| Spring brought the two together
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| Married the wind with the fire
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| Under the secrecy of lush birch trees
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| Opposite hearts became one
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| One day followed another
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| Weeks passed, months lapsed
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| Until wind grew to a storm
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| And fire to a burning pile
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| Cold gust of whirlwind
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| Fiery flames, burning sharp
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| Adoration all too strong pushed the two apart
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| Different from the start
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| Fate that never was written in the stars
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| Led to a change of hearts
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| The fall split the one in two
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| Under the pouring rain
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| Dressed them both in loneliness
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| And led to their separate ways
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| The fire could not be tamed with the wind
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| Or the wind suppressed by the flames
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| As blending the light with the dark
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| Merely results in grey |