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The sweat drips off my brow as the salt's burning my eyes
The heat intense as crawling to my grave
The wind won't blow or clouds don't come
The light is fire when I run
I see a lake of molten lava
Liquid hell is where I swim
The days are longer when I burn
Melting is the only cure
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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