The Fire's Truth
Some things are born to burn bright,
To dance in flames, to kiss the night.
They do not fade, they do not ash,
Their spirit's flame will ever last.
Not all ends in quiet dust,
Some leave behind a sacred trust.
For some things can only burn,
Their fierce desire will always yearn.
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