Fire in the body,
Fire on the head,
Fire with the heart.
Fire, fire, fire,
All fire - life.
Profit of fire?
To tell no one is there.
Originally all fired.
Blueprint prepared,
In the field of war.
Is it all words?
No, not at all,
It is rain showers.
A new era.
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