Fire and light,
Light and fire.
In the brief respite,
Flames of hope rise higher.
But when all turns night,
And straits grow dire,
In seeps the plight
Of greed and desire.
Light and fire.
In the brief respite,
Flames of hope rise higher.
But when all turns night,
And straits grow dire,
In seeps the plight
Of greed and desire.
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