a cold and lonesome heroine

I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?

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“Why, I’m fire,” he replied,
“And I love your solitude, I love your pride.”
“Then fire, make your body cold,
I’m going to give you mine to hold,”
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.

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