dance in the fire, little heart
dance and lose yourself there,
because where the suffering and pain are only
like the wind,
evaporate like fog,
the fire burned,
of nimble feet carried them
the world is still a beautiful place.
flow with the water, my soul
flow 'and never come back, you never
that goal in mind the lack
fled as far
but as time
into the distance by the wind
blown away by dark forces
been obscured and my little eyes removed. can not
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