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Flames envelop yet they leave no trace -
Untitillated, unblemished, uncharred.
What sad thing happened? What entered this space?
Is it greatly marred? Indelibly scarred?
Not a drop of sweat is summoned, clearly -
All is frigid practicality.
A handsome price will soon be paid, dearly -
But what of it? Frozen finality?
Is there any way to change the ending
Or is it destined? A matter of fate?
A thought occurs - this could prove unbending.
I must consider it may be too late.
Is there no escape no matter how willed?
Will this wine be forever best served chilled?