The diamond eyes,
They hold a surprise,
Drinking darkly in the night,
To my lovers delight,
She swims in golden air,
And she has no care,
The fire in my mouth,
Cry,
Run,
Before you die,
Don’t be shy,
Look around,
Look up,
What do you see?
Surely not me,
You see that tree,
Burning bright,
Someone get rid
Of the orange light,
Just like me,
It dies,
Blackened, the branches,
Eyes,
No more,
Even my ground,
Is sore.
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