this fire, this fire
how it burns!
too close i brought my hand;
i've backed into the burner
now, without a thought or plan.
rages, rages, now consumes,
this blazing fire, how it looms!
burned up my curtains,
the veil's been rent
my joy, it seems,
has all been spent
smoke it chokes
and stings my eyes
this fire,
my searing
reprise
--bruised orange
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