Come out from your cave,
If you are like to
Talk to me.
Do you not know?
My words are fire.
Yes, my words are fire,
Within the pleasant glee
Of the ice.
Come on, proceed ahead,
And see me, here, there.
Cheer me, hear me,
Read me clear.
I am the air, I am the water,
I am your own colours.
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