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Whatever I could pick up into the flames
Nothing but me and all this shattered wood I've been pulling Into a heap of flames and smoke, this is my life
And now I've lived long enough to know
That nothing's stronger than the blow
The whipping wind, the way it tars
The sparks are full in the sky yawning opn Breath only very rarely song