Painted Floor
I painted a fire, a little fire on my floor
then I sang a sweet song and made a soft sound
and the flames did grow higher, higher my hound
I jumped in the middle both feet shod flat
then I let my hair down and tore my shirt off
and the flames grew still higher, higher my hound
I called for the dove and I called for the swan
then I leapt from the fire and ran to the door
and the flames grew still higher, so much higher than my floor
I strained to escape, my sinews pulled taught
then with all of my strength I did flee the wild light
and the flames grew ever higher, as I passed out of sight
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