I believe in fires at midnight --- When the dogs have all been fed. A golden toddy on the mantle --- A broken gun beneath the bed. Silken mist outside the window. Frogs and newts slip in the dark --- Too much hurry ruins the body. I'll sit easy ... fan the spark Kindled by the dying embers of another working day. Go upstairs ... take off your makeup --- Fold your clothes neatly away. Me, I'll sit and write this love song As I all too seldom do --- Build a little fire this midnight. It's good to be back home with you.
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