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By Ashleigh Hatter
Oh, would I that the fire in my heart,
in my head,
could match the heat of the world’s fever;
that damned thing, ever ebbing and offended over this an’ that.
Lord, if such a fire I possessed,
all men may yield me,
all maidens yearn,
all children heed me,
and all the world learn.
