And who are you? she sternly spoke To the one beneath the smoke. Why, Im fire, he replied, And I love your solitude, I love your pride. (...) I saw her wince, I saw her cry, I saw the glory in her eye. Myself I long for love and light, But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?

COHEN. NÃO FUI DORMIR COM ESSES DOIS TRECHOS NA CABEÇA. JOAN OF ARC.