so let me hammer this point home
i see us all as lonely fires
that have burned alive as long as we remember
like all fireworks and all sunsets,
we all burn in different ways
you are a vast explosion and I am the embers
and though your flames are quick and mean(?),
they will not last a year
but expire like a sudden falling star,
that only nightingales had seen before
by creating two southern jungles
and in this way you will come find me in december
da-da-da
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