Echoes down the hallways of time
spell out stories of you and me
Letters etched painfully all twist and curl
and die beneath the flames and fade
Our memories are like ashes in the wind

Twisting overhead the vines without leaves
embrace my thoughts of you
Gathered on stony steps
we breathe the last whisper of the end in flames
Our memories are like ashes in the wind

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