Fire melts iron with iron, 
So also discerns the taint from gold; 
May it merge with me my love, 
Isolate the evil which keeps me cold.
From my first breath, till the last, 
The present will in future be past; 
At all times must stay by my side, 
This fire in me, be high or low tide.                
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