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Above the hot, burning fireplace,
Was a mirror where I could see my face,
Logs below in the fireplace did crackle,
Smoke floated up as the wood did frizzle,
The golden wall that was made of stone,
Looked lovely and ornate by its own,
The strong, powerful, hot fireplace embers,
Reminded me of those winter slumbers
When I came back from the outside cold,
To doze away in this warm household.

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