And they've been closed to hide the flames. Remains.
But she can smile just the same. Same.
There's a fear they'll soon be parting ways...
Standing like a statue.
A chin of stone a heart of clay. Hey.
There's a fear they'll soon be parting ways...
Drifting away...
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