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When The Last Glow FliesThe logs at the fireplaceBurn warmth to the breeze Of my thoughts As they wander around Closed down To me. As the hours turn and fall And the warmth weakens Decends like a cracked Voices moan. My thoughts get weak And cold hope Rises and falls When the last glow flies: |