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If you are a light, then why do you stride in darkness You fear not burning strong, but your flame is cold Tell me fire, have you no insight to yourself? I could dance to the rhythm you create If it weren't so dull Yet you think you are a master You tell the tulips and forget me nots to twirl But they won’t, for it’s winter And you won’t play for the snow I sit, cold and alone And you insist you are a bonfire Tell me fire, why do you burn so small If I don’t respond, Tell me fire, what do you feel? If you are so strong, why does cold wind whisper in my ear You ask me to dance, but my dedications are changing Tell me fire, what would you do if I skipped with the wind? I fear you wouldn’t feel as hot as you do now If you could see past your orange mystique Yet you think you have me You are losing your burning hold on me But you don’t realize what you’ve done And though your appearance might be warm, you are frightfully cold I fall away, and you grab at my ankles And yet, they no longer burn Tell me fire, where are your passions If you realize you are going out, what would you do? Tell me fire, what would you do?
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 11:55 PM UTC
Tell me fire
If you are a light, then why do you stride in darkness You fear not burning strong, but your flame is cold Tell me fire, have you no insight to yourself? I could dance to the rhythm you create If it weren't so dull Yet you think you are a master You tell the tulips and forget me nots to twirl But they won’t, for it’s winter And you won’t play for the snow I sit, cold and alone And you insist you are a bonfire Tell me fire, why do you burn so small If I don’t respond, Tell me fire, what do you feel? If you are so strong, why does cold wind whisper in my ear You ask me to dance, but my dedications are changing Tell me fire, what would you do if I skipped with the wind? I fear you wouldn’t feel as hot as you do now If you could see past your orange mystique Yet you think you have me You are losing your burning hold on me But you don’t realize what you’ve done And though your appearance might be warm, you are frightfully cold I fall away, and you grab at my ankles And yet, they no longer burn Tell me fire, where are your passions If you realize you are going out, what would you do? Tell me fire, what would you do?
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 11:55 PM UTC
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