They are dead, they are dead, they are dead.
I held them in my hands as I walked up to the grave.
The grave my mom was at.
I put them down in front of the grave and held my hand up.
They burnt into ashes and grew as new and as beautiful as they used to be.
"Goodbye mom" I whispered and walked off into the distance.
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