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I have been living with the flame from inside
but could never find the way out
either as a spring or a volcano
I wish I could be the volcano
just eruptted in front of you
to prove with my ashes
I wish I could be the warm spring
forever there to warm your life
to be as clear as well
Either way missed the silly youth
by not showing the flame
Now it is simply cooled down
into the words
faraway from you
in the memory that couldn't be burned
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