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When you wept, I was gone;
see, I got gone when I got wise.
But I can’t with certainty say we survived.
Then down and down
and down and down
and down and deeper,
stoke, without sound,
the blameless flames,
you endless sleeper.
Through fire below,
and fire above,
and fire within,
sleep through the things that couldn’t have been,
if you hadn’t have been.
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Fire moves away. Fire moves away, son.
Why would you say that I was the last one?
Last one?