Those who die never complain of death,
As huge fires still burn in big eyes,
And the pain lives on in a girl,
Like tidal foams rising in an ocean,
Not a shipwreck I pray,
But a seeker of home,
Amongst angry ashes,
Merely a seeker of home.
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