Seven

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sinister is the course of life
one travels blinded by lust
your lover is waiting in the rain
make fire bright and strong
fan the flame to make a signal
smoke will beckon your love
sit by the fire, count the stars
make a wish, for the moon
to sprinkle dust upon your lover's head
make a fire bright and strong
sit beside the flame and see it burn
burn until your eyes are blind
sit by the fire, find wood
the rain approached, drops descend
smoke unfurls, light flickers
the night is vast, the cold is here
make fire bright and strong

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