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Opal
You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow
You are cold and flame
You are the crimson of amaryllis,
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You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow
You are cold and flame
You are the crimson of amaryllis,
In an opal dream cave I found a fairy:
Her wings were frailer than flower petals,
Frailer far than snowflakes
She was not frightened, but poised on my finger,