Tear me down like thin paper screens
and set your torch to my wreckage
But what you don't see as you turn your back
Is the fire that burns inside ME
spitting and twirling and singing into the winter-night chill: I will rise again
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
Tear me down like thin paper screens
and set your torch to my wreckage
But what you don't see as you turn your back
Is the fire that burns inside ME
spitting and twirling and singing into the winter-night chill: I will rise again
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