Red hot coals left to burn
Never reach their time or turn
Dounced with water or swept in a pit
Extinguished before the tongues of fire spit
Cold coals, ashes, a broken heart
A breaking point they'll never reach
They're hidden before the steamy breath speaks
For if they are ignited with a flame
the fiery furry couldn't be tamed
It would burn, burn the forest down
And leave it smoking without a sound
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