This is not the hearth that charred nyeli
Nor the flames of enduring energy
I may die with all my flickering
This fire belongs to me
It dies when I die
With my reaction to eternal form
And when my wind carries it
New foreign lands can be forlorn
Sorrow implied
Designed for those who rise
Every human struggle
A smoke cloud for empty skies
Where every arm is extended
I've cut off a hand
My fire, sent to burn the skies
Will first burn all the land
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