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Tristan & Isolde
Backdraft
The heat of my fire burns bright
As the temperature rises within me
I steal away their breathe and
Beckon them with my whispers
Of longing, lust, love
I show mercy to none whose sparks
Cannot match my own intensity
Sparing no one in my path
I rage out of control
It consumes even my very soul
Until one day, a door opens
And a hunger to match my own is
Unleased
My fire reaches out to consume
And be consumed within
the Backdraft
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