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Nothing else remains

When the sun goes down,

And dark sets in the midnight hour

Can you feel the passion and the power,

When all else is gone and your all alone

Free of thoughts, free from deeds,

Don’t you sense being wild and absolutely free,

When nothing else remains

At a time when you can’t be restrained,

And when your mind can’t be contained

Then in the morning we’ll all burst into flames,

And dust and memories will be all that remains.