all the fire has died
am i the smoke that's left behind
where did that spitfire fairy go?
perhaps she grew tired of the empty flattery
she knew she couldn't live up to
(a.k.a. the attempt of a writer to exercise her imagination)
all the fire has died
am i the smoke that's left behind
where did that spitfire fairy go?
perhaps she grew tired of the empty flattery
she knew she couldn't live up to
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