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I am a spirit of fire
Trapped in a broken toy

Look how I burn up
The shell is bound to spoil

This kind of Fahrenheit
Not meant to be kept inside

Set it free
Here my beloved home shall lie

(writteninstead)

I am a spirit of fire
Trapped in a broken toy

Look how I burn up
The shell is bound to spoil

This kind of Fahrenheit
Not meant to be kept inside

Set it free
Here my beloved home shall lie

(writteninstead)

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