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So let me hammer this point home:
I see us all as lonely fires
that have burned alive as long as we remember.
But like all fireworks and all sunsets,
we all burn in different ways:
You are a fast explosion, and I am the embers.

And though your flames are quick and mean,
they will not last the year,
but expire like a sudden falling star,
that only nightingales had seen,
before migrating to southern jungles.
And in this way you will come find me in December.

He said he’d like to move to Nashville
to master the guitar,
where he would live a single day the way I live a single year.
He covered his body in mud,
went hunting for the sun,
and then went swimming in a lake of holy water.

You are too hot for me.
I am too slow for you.
You are a fast explosion and I am the embers.
You need the one who slowly burns,
and burns to stay alive.
In this way you will come find me in December

So let me hammer this point home:
I see us all as lonely fires
that have burned alive as long as we remember.
But like all sacrificial virgins,
we all burn in different ways:
You are a fast explosion,
and I am the embers.
And though your flames are quick and mean,
they will not last the year,
but expire like a sudden shooting star,
that only nightingales had seen,
before transforming into bluebirds.
And in this way you will come find me in December.

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