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| Those fires leaped into my eyes, and I knew then |
| that I didn't want you to die. I wanted to sit and |
| watch the bull-vaulting and share a punnet of fried |
| snacks with you, show you the beaches of Crete. |
| I wanted to walk with you through the olive groves |
| back in Athens and learn the little secret places |
| of the city. I wanted to talk to you, to know what |
| you've got in that curly head of yours. I wanted |
| to burn with you, and you can interpret that |
| how you want to. |
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