Ant Smith

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Pyre

Another new day is dawning
As is the wont
Of an eternally burning
Mass melting pot
What's done is done
And what's gone is gone
The past is consigned
To the wrath of the gods
My heart it is yearning
For a future that's bright
Some moments are torches
In the midst of the night
Another new day is dawning
And I'm fit for the fight
Another new day is dawning
Now who's got a light?