055| Freedom

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Floating sparks of fire
Roar in the wild night
Embellished beauty arises
Embers of holy divine
Dancing glow of heat
Oceans of orange and red
Mumbling sore thrill, of burning shreds

Often dimmed down by dews
Free it seems to a few

Fierce, frolicking beauty
Ivory cold it's eyes
Rumbling with wooden odours
Escaping to inert highs



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