| So I threw your letter into the flame
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| And watched the fire regain
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| And these words have done nothing for you
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| As I did not read them through
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| Now turned to ash in the flume
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| And colours are dull
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| As the feeling of the cold
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| And memories fall
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| As the fire is getting old
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| Oh and I once more am now
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| Don’t you fret I’ll find my way
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| Carefully walking from the devil’s plane
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| And I know why you did not follow me
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| Pride swallowed me then led me astray
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| And now the dark in me has now seen the day
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| Oh my chill has now lost its way
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| And these hands that once had helped me to pray
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| They are limp in utter dismay
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| Oh they, oh they fall in their disarray
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| And colours are dull
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| As the feeling of the cold
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| And memories fall
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| As the fire is getting old
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| Oh and I, I once more am now
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| Oh don’t you fret I’ll find my way
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| Carefully walking from the devil’s plane
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| And I know why you did not follow me
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| Pride swallowed me then led me astray |