Flames of a fire that once burned bright-
through the cold of the greyest night;Where a group sat in harmony,
a tune on an instrument, a joyful melody!Flames of a fire that witnessed death;
The rustling of clothes, the sound of breaths.
Pointing fingers, colorful ones indeed,
to find out who committed a deed.
Flames of that fire have been long gone-
but the memory is still hits home- from dusk till dawn.
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