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one day we will look when we were young
when the fire burned so bright without our stoking it
we will set the fire anew because we choose to
I will feed the fire my because i choose you
one day when morning frost is on my head
when our joints are stiff with age and all our leaves turn red
we will set the fire anew because we choose to
I will feed the fire my love because I choose you
when the baby with the bows and arrows gets bored
we will not turn away like oh so many who came before
we will collect as arrows; we will keep them in a drawer
and I will kiss you darling; we don't need them anymore
when our children all have children of their own
and were closing on the second number set in stone
we will set the fire anew because we choose to
I will feed the fire my love because I choose you