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Hearth reflecting the graceful dance
O’er the logs with an embracing
Mild gentle flickering light
Even as the ashes settle, the
Light that once filled the room, still
Echoes of the walls…
(Some wishful part of my soul just knows
Somewhere, a fire that will never go out, is waiting…)

Who can I trust – in this strange grey world?
Where do I lay my head, in times of trouble?