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a wine glass full of gas, �got a match?� make a toast, �and here�s to the flames,� burn out now because soon your ashes/ with each new dusk, a new breath, appreciate each new breath/you made your grave didn�t you, you were up till late digging it, you must be tired, now lie in it/ when frozen ash turns to cold soil, will you shine through the dirt, you didn�t shine through skin/ a wine glass full of gas, �got a match?�