The smouldering embers blush —
Oh Hearts within the Coal
Hast thou survived so many years?
The smouldering embers smile —
Soft stirs the news of Light
The stolid seconds glow
One requisite has Fire that lasts
Prometheus never knew —
The smouldering embers blush —
Oh Hearts within the Coal
Hast thou survived so many years?
The smouldering embers smile —
Soft stirs the news of Light
The stolid seconds glow
One requisite has Fire that lasts
Prometheus never knew —
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