Those who aren't ken to fire
Cannot paint a world
Those absorbed by fire
Must not paint a world
Don't worry, I haven't forgotten, mother
I can hear the fire crackle
And soon, I will see it
I cannot die
I have a world to paint
I will finish the painting
Of a cold, dark, and very gentle place
So that it might make a home for someone, someday
I wish to paint a picture
Of a cold, dark, and very gentle place
One day, it will make someone a goodly home
That's why I must see flame
This is my canvas
It's to be a cold, dark, and very gentle place
But first, I must see flame
Those who aren't ken to fire
Cannot paint a world
Those absorbed by fire
Must not paint a world
Don't worry, I haven't forgotten, mother
I can hear the fire crackle
And soon, I will see it
I cannot die
I have a world to paint
I will finish the painting
Of a cold, dark, and very gentle place
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So that it might make a home for someone, someday
I wish to paint a picture
Of a cold, dark, and very gentle place
One day, it will make someone a goodly home
That's why I must see flame
This is my canvas
It's to be a cold, dark, and very gentle place
But first, I must see flame