Of the burning father
As the stream dies
Kiss your own finger
Whites of the eye
Looking where
The sun spots shine
There is nothing
That's all there is
Nothing held back
Blowing the ashes Of the burning father As the stream dies Kiss your own finger Whites of the eye Looking where The sun spots shine There is nothing That's all there is Nothing held back Explain Request ×
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