My love descending she floats on air
Full of flames that provoke terror
Unto which the hard lashings swear
The one removed from gin and super
Have merely hope, to alas declare
Lays in the choice of trail by fire—
To be redeemed from fire by fire
Did pleasure engineer misery? My Love
False love is they foul game
Insurmountable deceit she wove
The unbearable gown of flame
Which human power cannot remove
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire
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