As campfire flames still upward danced
Full knowing they would die
So was our fireside love a trance
A doomed and searing lie
Rekindling your fair youthful dream
I was to heal those scars
That life had singed into your soul
In Satan's lustful wars
And I believed what others deemed
A hopeless, foolish quest
To me this love of passion seemed
A miracle, a test
I lick my wounds beside the hearth
Where long dead embers lie
Yet in my heart it all was worth
The pain for us to try.
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