We’ll make a bonfire and throw our youth upon the flames
Madly dancing around the fire in the night
Our passions warmed by the searing blaze
(For wood aged eighteen years burns well)
With every innocence reduced to ashes
And submissiveness devoured
Pent-up resentment turned into pure energy
And tongues of flame shooting into darkness.

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