The time to hesitate is throughNo time to wallow in the mireTry now we can only loseAnd our love become a funeral pyreCome on baby, light my fire….
Blew for a little life, and made a flameWhich was a mockery; then they lifted upTheir eyes as it grew lighter, andEach other’s aspects. saw, and shriek’d, and died, beheld
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