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After all the flames in the morning
The quiet ashes fell for hours and hours
In the morning rise
Oh we planted our skin
Like a seed in the ground
So we dug us a hole
And planted our skin
Like a seed in the ground
To grow again
Where the fireweeds grow
Where the fireweeds grow
Where the fireweeds grow
