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The fire flames

And sparks flown

By wind to outskirting leaves

Soon all is red and yellow tounged

All is burning 

A beautiful night of stars

That shut their eyes

To the bright fire

That grows too hot for them

Still the moon is constant as ever

And watching it all

A wealthy young

Holding a paper symbol

All is worthless to him now

Dreams die in the face of fulfillment

Still fulfillment dies a second after

And you are left with nothing

Nothing at all