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The air is visible around you

Rising up and off your lips

In slow currents

And I watch

As your face is framed in it’s

Slow currents

Drifting curls, a trailing path

A long draft becomes

A tress of blue ash

If it is born in flames

Then we should let it burn

Burn as brightly as we can

If it’s got to end

Then let it end in flames

Let it burn all the way down

The air is visceral around us

Turning in its simple steps

On slow currents

And I watch

As it pirouettes and spins

In slow motion

A long drag comes

A slow dance

In a halo of ember

If it is born in flames

Then we should let it burn

Burn as brightly as we can

If it’s got to end

Then let it end in flames

Let it burn all the way down

All the way down

And if this is ever meant to end

Then I hope it ends where it began

So hot with love we burned our hands

If this is ever meant to end

Then I hope it ends where it began

So hot with love it burns our hands

If it is born in flames

Then we should let it burn

Burn as brightly as we can

If it's got to end

Then let it end in flames

Let it burn (Let it burn)

If it’s got to end (Let it burn)

If it’s got to end (Let it burn)

It ends where it began

So hot with love

It burns our hands