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Tear one off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead!
Inside a burning house, this thing is best to make. And best to make it quickly, before the fire's too much to take.
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
It is hate and has hate in it, but it isnβt hate.
What has many keys but cannot open a single lock or door?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.