Coal grate song

The wind is from the north; The lap dog laps my chair; Upon my winter hearth, The eons wake and flare: Senescent suns arise; The swampland breaks and boils; The pterodactyl flies; The dinosaur uncoils. The lumps of coal ignite; The fire-dogs stand and stare -- Millenniums of light ascend the burnished air.

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