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I am the flame Watch me rise. The smoke spinning, swirling. Round and round it goes Follow it with your eyes. Follow it with your hands and it flutters away. Careless and fragile, it spins with mercy, life, grief. Perhaps it understands. Perhaps it knows the pain Which you suffer. Perhaps it can see the tears Not yet formed, ready to burst out. It knows your sorrow, It feels your sorrow. Spiralling spinning turning twisting. I am the flame Watch me rise. |
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