Snow the color of ash,Ash in the sky in the legs.The world, as paper,as the dirt in the mirrors.The whisper and shadow,Someone not well travelled.And only fire,Hearts that will not return.Every night keeps me awake.
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Snow the color of ash,Ash in the sky in the legs.The world, as paper,as the dirt in the mirrors.The whisper and shadow,Someone not well travelled.And only fire,Hearts that will not return.Every night keeps me awake.