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the fire - The Fire Burn me now why don't youPut me atop a pyreWatch as the flames lick my feetAnd a grimace spreads instead of a smile Burn me now why don't youDo not heed my painShut your ears to the words I cryThere is no water in my eye Burn me now why don't youThere is ecstasy in deathBut I pray you not to forget meWhen I have breathed my final breath feminism is the radical notion that women are people. | rebel girl | I'm all Twystid [ < | rand | all | > ] host |