I sit by this little fire and watch the flames fly up to the heavens.
----> Litte fire = young
---> Flames to heaven = sire, Gaucho died
I delight in the warm glow, it brings a touch of day to the dim light.
---> Warm glow = passive magic
----> Dim light =gray/monotone body
It looked lonely, sitting here by itself,
---> Lonely = no companion
didn't stop it from burning.
---> Fire magic
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done. Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning. |
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