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A glowing coal falls on the hearth
And slowly it turns grey
The heat subsides until it's cold
And then it's swept away
A branch is cut off from the vine
The consequence is dire
Without the sap, it will dry up
All hope of fruit expire.
If we go it all alone
Thinking we know best
Sadly we will slowly die
And never pass the test.
And slowly it turns grey
The heat subsides until it's cold
And then it's swept away
A branch is cut off from the vine
The consequence is dire
Without the sap, it will dry up
All hope of fruit expire.
If we go it all alone
Thinking we know best
Sadly we will slowly die
And never pass the test.
