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Story
Through fire and flames the paper burns,
And so to hell the green eye yearns,
Yet never will it ever learn,
To find a piece of story.
Wind wisps over the couples kiss,
Return to which they've never missed,
It comes to them in silent bliss,
To take a piece of story.
Deep within it crawls and creeps,
Underneath where lovers leap,
And somewhere nigh the lions weep,
To break a piece of story.
But stories come and stories go,
Through the earth as water flows,
And nothing stops as winter glows,
So write a piece of story.
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