smoke or flames

This is the first time
I really feel tired
bereft of all flame
reduced to cinders

Don´t stomp me out
please, I beg you
let me be a burning coal
and I will keep you warm

Let me be a maker of flames
let me be sender of sparks
I will make then dance for you, like fireflies
but please, oh please, don´t stomp me out

My smoke will still rise
when you open your eyes
I will be there
If you don´t stomp me out.

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