A boy sits by a campfire,


    The fire is burning low,


    Ashes all around.


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    The fire does not warm,


    The fire barely lights.


    The boys heart is hot,


    Warmed by memory of its grandeur,


    Enchanted by its image in his mind,


    Unafraid to venture the wood,


    Leaving only once the flame has extinguished.