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You struck my love match
And it burned
Oh, so brightly, lighting
My way to you
Until the flame
Flickered,
And in the darkness,
I lost you...
And in the process,
You burned me down,
Down to ashes
That you blew out of
Your open hand
And into
The roaring March
Winds.