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DYING EMBER
I still can find solace in time that I've spent
In the loves that I've lost
And the loves that I've kept
From the pieces of joy that derive from the sorrow
From the hope in my chest for a better tomorrow
And when I become frigid
I often remember
Where there is bold fire
Too, will be dying ember
In the loves that I've lost
And the loves that I've kept
From the pieces of joy that derive from the sorrow
From the hope in my chest for a better tomorrow
And when I become frigid
I often remember
Where there is bold fire
Too, will be dying ember