Beside the Dying Fire

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I'm a cool breeze
Your the light
Waking me in the morning and telling me when to shut my eyes.

Laying against a tree in a midnight rain
Just listening to what the sky sang
Wondering if your wondering what I'm wondering about.

Just us and the dying fire
Wasting away the days until we grow old and tired.
Is there anything really better?

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