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To say the trees are bare,
The day is dark and buffeting,
To say it's raining in a vacant room.
A wooden match and a few pages
Of The Threepenny Review
Are enough to start the fire,
A few lines excised from a raging heart
Enough to warm the mind
And fill the emptiness with flame.
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