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I can make fire breath. I learned it as a lad.
My master told me I had prowess no one ever had!
I could conduct the light
Id look away to her
Shed match my spit with spite; I dont know what her reasons were.
I fell in love with her. My tongue is purple-black.
I lit a bluish rose
She carved a curse into my back!
I dance when beautys near. I hop to taunts and jeers.
I sought out stony glens
Lovely ladies dont come here.
I paint the rock with flame. I burn and bruise my feet.
I spit, Im naked, ever-hungry, I forget to eat.
I stamp out flowers and I fill my ears with mud. (That way the birdsong will not stir and agitate my blood.)
I stare at ugly things. I suffer cuts and stings. Its been a happy, hopless, curseless ten-years hermitting!
But then I smell the air and see her shrivelled there
And though my blood begins to jump and boil, I dont despair.
The curse is breathing flames that I could never name.
I ask her, shaking, quaking, why the bloody hell she came!
(I ask her, shaking, quaking, why the bloody hell she came)
She does not answer me. Her eyes are withering!
The wind begins to bend her
Now my muscles start to sing!
I clasp her desperately, and we jump fifty feet!
Am I the very toad that used to hop along her street?
I fell in love with her. My tongue is purple-black. I light a bluish rose and heap the flames upon our backs
(I light a bluish rose and heap the flames upon our backs)