Fourty Four
As the fire in her face took her away
He studied the intricate patterns of rain
As she endlessly chased her racing tail
He observed the water engulf the pale
As she looked to the mirror gentle cast
He steered the ship and tied the mast
As she mended the garden torn and few
He gazed out to sea and enjoyed the view
As she lay in bed down the hall
He danced with shadows on the wall
As she silently called out his name
He spoke to the skies fickle flame
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