In the wild, long ago in time
Embers on the old wind blow across our lives
In our minds the wild fire is fine
Burning through the old wood, new life will arise
Together so we climb with ashes in our eyes
But our blind love is unkind
On for miles, smoke climbs to the sky
Shadowing the new ones, waiting with a smile
All the while, life is dry and dire
Longing for the cool wind
Snuffing out old fires
Together so we cry
With ashes in our eyes
But our blind love is unkind

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