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as I was born the rain put out a fire

the city in it's cold was then a pyre
raging from the hot concrete
built to warm the people on their feet
storm saying 'flame, it's my turn now, to dance with sky'
earth saying 'wood, let's hold our ground or die'
rain saying never worry when I fall
my heart coming through with a kick, to smoke them all



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