Hour past midnight, Night advances, Quiet winter woods, Fire licking branches. Enticed by sorrow Flame advances, Unmoving eyes, She glances, she glances! Burning warmth, Fire throwing lances, She rose up, Advances, advances! Crumbling charred arms, Awaken madness. In fiery embrace, She dances, she dances!

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