Near... nearer….very very near,
But the blue light of desire never quite so near;
Sudie stumbles, bumbles, then she fumbles,
Gets up and run and then Sudie crumbles.
Sudie still not near,
But blue light clear.
Blue light clear,
Sudie still not near.
Oh pain pain pain, it's started to rain
no wait no wait, Sudie run again.
Fire fire, fire in the lungs
Sudie runs Sudie runs; fire in the lungs.
Blue light near, its here, its here.
But blue light dimming? Oh no, oh dear!
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