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Fire
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angelkat2
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Fire, Fire, burning bright, burning smoke into night. twirling, dancing fighting flames, playing their restless game.
Turning good into bad, bringing peace to the land. Setting fire to the trees, Taking what-ever they please.
Claming reassuring sight, when being held from the light.
What great hands made this creation, little kids greatest temptation.
Fire, Fire burning bright, burning smoke into night.
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