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Still the smoke rings rise;

billows of charcoal clouds lingering, low.

The sky is heavy with gray, powdery ash,

while angry embers smolder, red.

Billows of charcoal clouds, lingering low,

they hide the flames that consume us.

While angry embers smolder, red,

radiating passion burns a hot blue.

They hide the flames that consume us,

two hearts lying black with soot and shame.

Radiating passion burns a hot blue.

A once-solid shelter begins to crumble.

Two hearts lying black with soot and shame.

Earth scorched by love's pain, splinters.

A once-solid shelter begins to crumble;

the falling timber screams for relief.

Earth scorched by love's pain, splinters,

as our past is eaten by a hungry blaze,

The falling timber screams for relief.

Tears fall too late to snuff the inferno.

As our past is eaten by a hungry blaze;

the sky is heavy with gray, powdery ash.

Tears fall too late to snuff the inferno.

Still the smoke rings rise.

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