| «Who holds the key of love in her hands?»
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| The old man posed this question
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| How can I solve the puzzle?
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| He just didn’t mention when he spoke in riddles here
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| I hate these statues with my own name on
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| (To ashes they will burn)
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| The fire of my lonely heart will hold the flame on
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| And I will return
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| Why’s there a statue carved for me
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| I’m not dead, I’m alive and breathing
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| I won’t take this without a fight
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| They’re not the ones who just can turn off my life light
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| I hate these statues with my own name on
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| (To ashes they will burn)
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| The fire of my lonely heart will hold the flame on
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| And I will return
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| I look at the sky covered with storm clouds
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| (Clouds made of fire)
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| The ash rains down like snow, ashes to ashes
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| It covers the grove
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| From these ashes
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| I’ll grow my own grove
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| And I will be rising like a phoenix from the glow
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| The statues will burn and my fate will turn
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| I will call it the Ash Grove
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| I look at the sky covered with storm clouds
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| (Clouds made of fire)
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| The ash rains down like snow, ashes to ashes
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| It covers the grove |