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Ashes to Ashes

What impropriety is this!
A heart that still beats,
One which should have stopped long ago.
What foul timing this poor heart contains,
Just when hope is found
Tragedy kills all remains.

Ashes to Ashes,
Dust to Dust,
Scatter my ashes to the winds
And watch as they fly
In their search for the arms which closed long ago
And the home they have yet to find.





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