(a song)


smoke rises
from the wandering flame
just as well as from the hearthfire

quicksilver
but always signin' my name
here and there on everything I touch

I wouldn't say
that we'll never meet again
I wouldn't say
I never loved you - but

oh didn't you know it
oh,
didn't you see

I should have told you I was on fire

I should have told you
I was on fire - but

smoke rises
from the wandering flame
because
smoke rises from a flame

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