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Burning papers into ashes

 What a season, how they fly high from the ground ohhh

There is yet another fountain flowing over, as the night falls

 Keep dreaming away

If you hold on to that past, don't you lock yourself inside

Nothing has been done before

 It’s the most virgin dress you could possibly wear

 Mess it up, Time is up

Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand

 Write some stories for tomorrow

From the bottle of amnesia

 Find instructions to salvation, to oblivion supreme

Don’t be tempted to look back - It has all happen before

Someday miracular spread will forgive every cowardly thing that you’ve done.

 That I’ve done.

 Dust it off