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The fire started out big
The girl sat next it watching the stars
Fire and her would dance through out the night
Listen to white noise and stare at the stars
I cry when I try
Because I'm known to fail
I cry because I won the battle
I cry because I lost the war
I cry because I left the one who loved me first
I left because I thought loving was to learn to hate
