Sitting by a bonfire on crisp sand
I whisper shades and shapes of stress
If we die
Will our love survive?
Or will we die
Our love just a long long lie
Sitting above a brilliant bonfire on crisp concrete
I know my answer
As we gaze at the spark that will consume us
Our hearts had no time to die
But as this city evaporates, so shall we
As I hold your hand
I don't have time to blink
Our ashes are swept away
I'm glad this happened today
When I still had something to say
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