The first flame is the brightest
Even if it falls on green wood
Youthful sparks yearn to alight
Blaze a wildfire with their passion
Smouldering is their reward
Smoke to relish instead of fire
Cherished tinder was imagined
Kindling a passing enchantment
All the tenderness in the world
Can’t like that which will not burn

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