Light the fire build the pyre darling let me hear you sing.
Tonight's no lighter still the fire's crackling hear it brings.
I'm a sigher, nothing's dire, fates got me in a back swing
Roll the tires, heart grow brighter, the road calls me in spring.
Widening gyre highest flier that's my spirit soaring.
Building higher to the sky or to the stars eclipsing
Monday, January 9, 2017
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