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Ashes and Urns
Oh what a way is this
My heart without torment
No lasting laments
Uttered from my traitorous lips
Oh what a dreadful shot
Trembling hands and skin
To find myself withdrawn
And love still carried in
There is a peace that comes
Slower than a purple dove
It's more gentle than they said
Oh where the dreadful return
That threatens to repay
Is it ever ashes and urns
Will the knife always stay
There is a piece of me
That wonders at the flame
It is no ragged pain
There is a peace in me
Like an orange rain
perhaps I never loved you as much as my brain would claim
