A poet waits on a tongue of fire to settle over his head.
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Acts 2:1
1 And when the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place.
2 And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting.
3 And there appeared unto them separated tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them.
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