Firuz

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The minute, part I

The minute you see me I start becoming your past

A memory of all we say

Just look at me when I am becoming your past

Play me a song

My memories, my past

When I was a kid

Watching the firework of death everyday

Watching people falling down of the tree of life

Watching dawn turning to a night

My past

The minute you see me I start becoming your past

But my past stays with me, in me

Ashes of the burned feelings

Ashes of burned hearts

Ashes of all the burned lives

Buried in the depth of loneliness

Shining sparks of sadness

Shining fire of darkness

The minute you see me I start becoming your past

And it is in past I have my life