When I love with fire
And fire becomes complacent
And fire is on your couch
You are too busy sweeping soot
To cook or sit and eat
And sleeping next to heat
Does little to console
The burden of this role
And you're surrounded day and night
By more efficient sources of light
That are gentler to the touch
And these do not cost you much
These loves you may equally requite
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