I have nothing to give
To the ground
But ashes
And the ground has
Nothing to give
To me
But the trees
Barely feel the wind
Unmoved
By this tragedy
I have nothing to give
To the ground
But ashes
And the ground has
Nothing to give
To me
But the trees
Barely feel the wind
Unmoved
By this tragedy
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