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Considering . . .- flame now smoking as coiled wire, incense remains, tires to fade, tries to expire . . .

Why am I grumpy? Today I'm feeling grumpy and don't know why. Ah, perhaps it's because I have to pass my test tomorrow before I will be able to go on spring break. Argh!

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And so, through this new spy’s glass
I see it,
Pale blue, translucent,
A life’s happiness.
Autumn leaves and ice cold then:
Led me to Your fire—You,
having passed spring’s buds
Remained just as fragrant,
Warm rays against chilled flesh,
Nourishing me;
the flame now smokes as coiled wire,
incense remains,
tires to a fade,
tries to expire.