She has nobody
but the Sun and I.
She shows herself to a wanderer
Shows herself to a sly one
Shows herself to a loving one
Nothing's lost in fire
Only concised
At the ends of a fire
objects that don't sparkle
or do anything to stand out
last in someone else's time
A bird that alone makes a flock
Flies out of her
Take a handful of fresh ash
or anything else that's past
and you'll see it's still fire
or that it can be
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