Light a fire
invite the mystery,
words of rhyme and reason and time;
come sit beneath the tall, cold stars,
listen, the philosopher speaks,
her warm heart is pounding against mine.
MYSTERY
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Light a fire
invite the mystery,
words of rhyme and reason and time;
come sit beneath the tall, cold stars,
listen, the philosopher speaks,
her warm heart is pounding against mine.