First he shivers, then he burns and waves his arms for our attention. We drop our vague pretentions, form a circle and applaud. And praise the Lord, we're throwing tokens 'til the fire hits the sky. We fall in fits upon the woodpile and we shall scrape there until we die. Until we are reborn in light, glowing amber - a knowing look across our eyes. Yet as wet as new born babies. We have nothing left to hide. Take me as I am! Take us as we are! Take things as they came! Take it all!
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