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Ashes

Sometimes I love to sit in front of a fire
long enough to see the ashes forming and wonder if they are all the same
I like to watch the shadows dance in the night and the embers
flying into the smoke, burning bright, brighter and then falling back down into the flame
Just like people desperately searching
for one last moment of fortune and fame
Acting like they are so cool, like they are above everyone and everything else
They think the rest of us are just lame
But they don't know how we rise above by loving more the ones they like to shame
And at the end of the night when the fire is fading out I just sit there and wonder if all the ashes are still the same

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