.A prick of roseâs thorn across the break, across the morn
And I walk blindfolded into the wake, into the storm
And please avert your eyes, the dust it falls, the dust it lies
And in the fireâs claw incernate, they burned them all
And in the birdâs eye view the fires bled, the f.
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