The Fire


The Fire

We all burn by our own blazing fire
Loved by passion’s bittersweet kiss
Toss ourselves into that joyful pyre
What a horror and bliss

Loved by passion’s bittersweet kiss
Thought but a whim; reason’s little knot
What a horror and bliss
Desire and passion are all we got

Thought but a whim; reason’s little knot
Toss ourselves into that joyful pyre
Desire and passion are all we got
We all burn by our own blazing fire

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