Consider watchin this small dust flowin in the glass
By atoms moving
Can u believe that the body I control can’t love thy
And in his mistress' flame playing lik a switch
Was turned into cinders by her eye
Yes in death as life express is unblest
Cuz it haven’t express the the death
Even lovers ashes find no rest
Till the day I die,
I will think of her as my life
Ill give my soul to see her in her lovely house wear
I hope she was always here. Ill move on till next year.
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