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Shadows of your face
Hollow and dark
The place to embrace
Mere fires from spark
It seems to be a race
Of contagious misery

But that’s not the case
When the ashes come along

Jump into the fire
Soon to be doused in a haze
Conspire the entire
Time left in our days
And what’s left becomes dire
When subjected to perish

But that’s not why we tire
When the ashes come along

It seems as if were only here
To take up space on earth
A leer to be so near
Not a gift: a curse
The end seeming all clear
Yet, always unexpected

But that’s not why we tear
When the ashes come along

Death, it has came
Now all is calm
No more shame to tame
Life slipped from the palm
No one else to blame
All is now well

Now that is why we rejoice
When the ashes come along.