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Tranquil is the night,
fireflies take flight,
sketches of lonely desire,
desire.
A ghost haunts her dreams,
so she doesn't sleep.
She longs for someone who died in the fire.
I dreamt there was forest fire,
the flames rising
higher and higher.
The wind blew wild between the boughs
and spread the fire for miles and miles.
The flight of all the birds and friars,
the blinding light in the middle of night.
The roar of the flames that lit up the darkness,
smoked out the forest and blacked out the stars.
It burned all the bridges,
it melted the candles,
it burned with a passion that no one can handle.
It smothered her lover along with the others.
She sleeps with the ashes,
she hides in her
covers.
I dreamt there was forest fire,
the flames rising higher and higher.
The wind blew wild between the boughs and
spread the fire for miles and miles.
The flight of all the birds and friars,
the blinding light in the middle of night.
The roar of the flames that lit up the darkness,
smoked out the forest and blacked out the stars.
Wake up from your beds.
Wake up from your beds.
Wake up from your beds.