The wind knows and is fluent
In the language of fire:
It is the vibrating words of the wind,
Uttered with breaths of love,
That keeps the fire alive and happy.
I am fire,
And only with flames
Can my soul be kept in bloom:
Oh, misfortune!
You are water in your ways,
And water is my death!
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