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The Fire
Imre Glaser
16 Jul 2001
Flames dance, never the same, The liquid gold, shimmers, and pours out of every piece of wood, And I, I just watch the fire. The heat rushes to my face, Warming myself, but my soul still remains cold and empty And I, I just watch the fire. My soul stays scarred and charred, Just like those ashes, that the fire has consumed. And I, I just watch the fire. As the flames dance around the pit, Thoughts of peacefullness enter my mind. And I, I just watch the fire. Ans as I leave the warmth of the pit, Thoughts of corruption enter my mind, As I prepare myselfe to enter the real world, I remember the serenity of the flame.
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