What will happen of these burnt ashes,
Will they just stay in place of the delicate sail?
What will happen of these burnt ashes,
Will they ever float away?
For the broken sail could be amended,
but, what will happen of this burnt one?
What will happen of these ashes?
Let's build a stronger sail now.
One that could not burn.
Let's build it with platinum and diamonds,
For it could stand past any strain.
Let's build one that could not be burnt.
Let's clear out these ashes, let them fly away.
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