The ashes burn red
as the skies turn'd crimson,
and the tears of the children are alive.
The fairy tales have
all long since died,
and to dream has long become contrived.
Beauty lies in ruins below
as Beast stands ever more,
and to love is to forever lose your life.
The ashes burn red
as the skies turn'd crimson,
and the ocean bleeds so pure into the sky.
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