Ashes, ashes
Lightning crashes.
Quickly through the heart.

When storm clouds boom,
Get out of your room,
And taste the tears of Heaven.

But keep a watchful eye,
On the midnight sky.
For when the lightning flashes,

There’s no escaping.

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