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Journalist

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. Light tears wept like a child. How her golden hair was blowing wild. Then she spread her wings to fly, For to fly.