As life turns full circle
We rose from ashes so clean,
They gleamed pure and white,
And we threw them in the air,
proclaiming our ignorance.
Wind took them away
Ashes go, and ashes come back
Ashes not so clean
Ashes not so pure
And life turns half circle
Noon to night, light to dark
Our wastes become our wastelands
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