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Touch of cold across my light skin,
Now surrounded, I stand alone. Fingertips gently on my skin, Midnight haven, all I know. Firebreather, burn a path, Through the darkened clouds around me. Make me warm, make me hurt, Take away what I can't see. Flickering embers on my light skin, A silent glow, soothing flame. Escape the dark hold upon my skin, A kiss of fire, unquenched pain. Firebreather, burn a path, Through the darkened clouds around me. Make me warm, make me hurt, Take away what I can see. This is why... Immolate... This is why I need a light...
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