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The first kiss lit up a spark that rages on like an inferno. 

In the darkness you were playing with fire. 

The game is done, you're already gone as you should, but I was the wood, the pyre, I am the ash that was left from the flame. The first kiss lit up a spark that rages on like an inferno. In the darkness you were playing with fire. The game is done, you're already gone as you should, but I was the wood, the pyre, I am the ash that was left from the flame.
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