Flames
Burning flames above my head sooner or later I'll meet death I take my life as if it's worth nothing placed on this Earth this shadow stands beside me now which will fade away into the clouds and I'll be left standing here the sun will vanish and that I fear - it seems this day was just a day- how many more that I can't say each one to fear( without reason it's clear)
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