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Fire At Midnight
I believe in fires at midnight when the dogs have all been fed.
A golden toddy on the mantle a broken gun beneath the bed.
Silken mist outside the window. frogs and newts slip in the dark
Too much hurry ruins the body. i'll sit easy … fan the spark
Kindled by the dying embers of another working day.
Go upstairs … take off your makeup fold your clothes neatly away.
Me, i'll sit and write this love song as i all too seldom do
Build a little fire this midnight. it's good to be back home with you.
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