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Flames | ||
| Flames are leaping in the fire Orange fingers soaring higher. Yet the warmth is very slight On this chilly winter night. Every flame has done its best, So have we in every test, But they may not leave a mark In a landscape cold and dark. We like they must always try As the planet rolls on by There are things we yet can do Ere our days in life are through. | ||
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