Walking through the forest of fireNo worry of being burnedA soft cool wind tugs at the fiery canopyBeckoning the colors to fly freeThe reds of passion..
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My heart is torn in twoI can't begin to think of themThe pain I feel is too realFor one of them I must leave behindThe first I've knownFor two years h..