Feeling the heat that captures
The warmth that see the chance
Imagine a stonelit contortion
Sprawling itself at a glance (anger!)
Shadows shaded yellow
Both shredded and tapered flames
Rising, rising, "combustion"!
Reaching at a constant level The blue light a the bottom
For the radiant dancing
Surely sets the stage
Feel them burn! Of the flares of the sun
Creating a scar that sees
An everlasting reflection
The heat that you feel is friction
An everlasting appeal (pain!)
Shadows shaded yellow
Both shredded and tapered flames
Reaching at a constant level
Rising, rising, "combustion"!
The blue light a the bottom Of the flares of the sun
For the radiant dancing
Surley sets the stage
Feel them burn.
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