The story
Warm light hides what the dark keeps close.
He gathers kindling and strikes a match, and the little fire pushes back the dark for a while. Around it, old laughs, a cheap bottle, and a name called out too softly all flicker in the heat, but the night keeps widening past the circle of light. When the coals fall low, what lingers is the silence beside the smoke.
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Lyrics
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