Who's bright blazing sparks,
warm my skin
on a windless night.
The flames, of which,
heat me through
as I say to you�
Fear me not,
for you cannot die
because I am in need
of day's lost light.
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| The Fire
Who's bright blazing sparks, warm my skin on a windless night. The flames, of which, heat me through as I say to you� Fear me not, for you cannot die because I am in need of day's lost light. |
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