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You who are so mighty, / crimson salamander, / hear me once more.
I lay among the half burned sticks / at the edge of the fire.
The fiend was creeping in.
I felt the cold tips of fingers -- / O crimson salamander!
Give me one little flame, / one! that I may bind it / protectingly about the wrist / of him that flung me here, / here upon the very center!
This is my song.