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It's all too clear that you can't put out the fire.

I hold you dear, but you can't quench my desire.

The Earth is in harmony, but beneath it lies a fault line

Anxious and restless in abeyance.

I kneel down in piety, heatedly praying for a sign,

Some merciful gift of conveyance.

And how long before it will come to pass?

Will my reflection still smile back?

Will the hands of time have tarnished the brass,

All I hold precious under attack?

Oh, the knot tangles up deep inside,

Strangling, wrangling, gnawing.

The temper that festers cannot abide,

Makes way for this thawing.

It's all too clear that you can't put out the fire.

I hold you dear, but you can't quench my desire.