corby, matt
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so i threw your letter into the flame and watched the fire regain and these words have done nothing for you as i did not read them through now turned to ash in the flume and colours are dull as the feeling of the cold and memories fall as the fire is getting old oh and i once more am now don't you fret i'll find my way carefully walking from the devil's plane and i know why you did not follow me pride swallowed me then led me astray and now the dark in me has now seen the day oh my chill has now lost its way and these hands that once had helped me to pray they are limp in utter dismay oh they oh they fall in their disarray and colours are dull as the feeling of the cold and memories fall as the fire is getting old oh and i i once more am now oh don't you fret i'll find my way carefully walking from the devil's plane and i know why you did not follow me pride swallowed me then led me astray