Sep 9, 2016
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See HighJustice poem about fire

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It wore always a yellowish colourful cloak,
In sulphuric manner it burn in despair,
In it presence lies our gain and pain,
In our trial to quench it, seems unquenchable,
I talk of fire that get more power to rise above any tower!



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