It sprinkled ashes on my heart
To prepare for everytime we die
there's a moment for every monumental tie
With one sash, one song, and one lost
It seen its end in the catastrophic romance
but it had no start in any way, or any part
Creeping into your bones, your spleen, and unseen
with one sash, one song, and one lost
Oh Onion, oh onion, where have you been?
-Just sprinkling ashes on everyones' heart.
Hoping for those hearts you can win?
-No, to prepare for everytime they die
You see, there's but a moment for every monumental tie
There's no pain, no part, no price, no cost
For one heart, one sash, one song, and one lost
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem with wise words, keep up the good poetry