An angered lick of flame,
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Amongst dying embers remains
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Stalwart in its unwillingness to fade
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Poetic in its grace,
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A lilac wreathed in pain,
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Oh, so sorrowful and majestic
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In its ever-resilient fate!
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Promises like a dying sun.
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Don't look back, on the demons of the past!
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Caresses, cherished and unsung
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Don't lose track, of the light dying embers cast!
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Else you become...
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A paradox defined, by flesh and tortured mind,
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Bent and twisted under the weight of yesterday.
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Splendid in its grace,
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A number with a face,
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Oh, so sorrowful and majestic in its ever-resilient fate.
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Promises like a dying sun.
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Don't look back, on the demons of the past!
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Caresses, cherished and unsung
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Don't lose track, of the light dying embers cast!
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Else you become...
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Piercing orbs do shine,
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So bright, sometimes so blind
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And droplets from the sky,
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Impact upon this dry, this hard baked crust - this inner core,
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Like a Nile poised to soak this earthen floor!
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Two hands! - One heart!
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A single breath apart,
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We all fall down
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Two halves! - One whole!
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A single breath apart,
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Two halves! - One whole!
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Something nobody knows!
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We all fall down!
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Promises like a dying sun.
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Don't look back, on the demons of the past!
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Caresses, cherished and unsung
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Don't lose track, of the light dying embers cast!
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Else you become.
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