Fire standing next to ice
The ice melting into water
Extinguishing the fire
Thus a puddle's made
From what's leftover
Leaves and ash
Houses falling
Caught half way
And that enormous sun
Floating in over the water
And I have not kissed you
Yet today what light is left
Whatever has happened
But at least there's always that
To look forward to not miss
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