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They used to Meet in group Separate jobs According to task Some are for spring While the others chose fire Blackness dominates Heat bursts Transparency are on their faces Their mark is a move They swell And even closes They did something For the bloody room They are the roots Who crave for water Their crackle are different As hard as a log Is what they carry And it pops