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The fire whispers words of warmth when it is cold outside The fireplace is bright with light when it is dark at night The smoke is curling up outside and seasons winter's air The flames are burning high and low and restless everywhere It's always different from itself each flame a new creation The atmosphere it spreads is calm the mood for meditation The burning beauty of the blaze lies in ist lively shape All kinds of figures forming fast short visions that escape It looks so cosy, tender, soft when wrapped around the logs But it's mere sham, 'cause it destroys the things it nourishes of Small yellow tatters get torn off the frazzled patches flare they give a second's life to ribbons that vanish in the air Fluttering motion on crackling ground unsteadily flickering sparks Get sucked up by the chimney flue and swallowed by the dark What was a blazing carpet first turns into embers fast A glowing transitoriness just ashes left to last |
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