FIRE BEFORE YOUR EYES
Peaks contour our lives with better eye levels
For the windows of livery choose our days with malice
A dreidle spins in the afterglow of a tin soldier
In days gone by a new hope arises to spell discourse
Take three pleasures that inspire you to dwell with agility
In matrimony may you find the glow you seek in the light of
Three pleasures that distanced themselves from your mind and
Surfaced in the bottom of your soul to bring you chills
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