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I have burned
The match
That was here
For smoking

And which
You were saving
To smoke
After dinner

Forgive me
I really hate
The sweet
Smell of smoke



I accidentally burned
The last log
Sitting in
The pile

And which was
All of our
Heat
For the winter

Forgive me
We truly are
Going to be
Very cold



It wasn't me
Honest
It was an
Accident

I know
The house is gone
And we
Have nowhere

Forgive me
It was the men
In my head
They are cold



It was the men
In here
Can you see
They're mean

They made
Me burn this house
Meanly
Without pity

Kill me
Kill them now
Death so sweet
And so cold