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The Burning Man
</></></> A burning man I am. And ashes soon I'll be. My youth set a flame. My growth flared so free. Now all alone, I burn whimsically. My fire begins to die. My hands, black as coal. My tongue begins to dry. My eyes grow very cold. A burning man I was, burning oh so free. Now i burn alone, and die quietly..Read the full of The Burning Man