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Burn It In Your Brain

A boy plays in front of the Victorian farmhouse
It's crowned with a halo of fire as its gables blind the sun
Candles in the windows speak to the boy with wavering voices
Smiling family and friends sit around their own fire

The boy has never been here before in his short life
Yet from his dreams he knows it far better than anyone else can
He has tasted the pumpkin pie baking in the oven, water
from the well in the backyard, fire from lit cigarettes

He and his family and friends and their family
are in the back of the tractor that's already climbing forward
The hillside they climb is ablaze but who cares; the boy will never
remember this long day, but he'll remember the fire