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Fire, Fire

Lo, here I Burn, I burn in such Defire
That all the Tearf that I can Straine
Out of mine Idle, Empty Braine
Cannot allaye this grinding Paine!
Come Trent, and Humber, and faire Thames
Come ocean waves with all thy Ftreams!
And if ye cannot quench my Fire --
O drown both me and my Desire

Fire, fire, fire, fire!
Fire, fire, fire, fire!

There is no hell, no hell to my Defire
For all ye Rivers backward Flye
And the ocean doth its Waves deny
For fear my Heate fhall drink them Drye!
Come heavenly Fhowers pouring downe
Come ye that Once this World did drowne
And if ye cannot quench my Fire --
O drown both me and my Desire

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