| Was woken early morning by the smell of smoke and fumes
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| My eyes awoke to see a flame come dancing in the room
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| And as she dance she dazzled & entranced me with her gaze
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| And suddenly I realised that my room was now ablaze
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| I had to leave the comfort of what once had been my home
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| The flames once burnt had left me without a thing to call my own
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| My heart reduced to ashes and my soul reduced to tears
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| Collapsed and burned and bloody, broken way beyond my years
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| I thought I could hear Sekhmet whisper
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| Crackling my name
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| Saying «Do not fear your death my friend, fear life and all its pain»
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| «The pain that you have suffered and the pain that’s yet to come»
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| «The pain if there’s a next life and the pain if there is none»
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| I sifted through the embers not sure what I hoped to find
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| Perhaps a vision of your face perhaps a sacred sign
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| The blackened frames and timbers glowed a flashing orange gold
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| The colours that a true love said once was the me of old
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| The smell of smoke was beaten by the smell of petrichor
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| The rains washed all the ashes, cleansed the tears and rinsed the pores
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| Your flames they were majestic shame they were but smoke and lies
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| You’re cursed with disappointment now until the day you die |