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I’ve seen the great fires, love.

I’ve been awake at dawn

and crawled into the storm.

I’ve seen the great fires.

I’ve seen them march the skyline

and turn the earth.

Your birth was in another lifetime

from the wilderness

and into my arms.

Don’t think it’s so bad

when one leg becomes weak

before the other.

You’ll see the fires cry out

and with callused hands,

they’ll take your exhaustion

as the sun takes the horizon.

Don’t think it’s so bad, love.