As warmth surrounds mine
I can think of no better time
When fires rage
And two become rhyme
All life's a stage
Once said the sage
And two can be one
One color of beige
Oils melt from rays of sun
Spoils felt from days undone
Burn deep and held strong
Eyes meet and see wanton
The B-3 holds the note so long
It sweeps the keys to release the throng
There is no reason and the truth is plain to feel
As the pale became emotion pent up from a song
And deep within we still cannot hide
And deep within we still cannot hide
THE END
I bow
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