And then the wind came
Took away its soul
Never going to come again
Never going to show
Merciless and pointless was the fire's death
It didn't even have a chance
Against the evil's breath
It burned so brightly and calmly
Never bothering a soul
Then that fateful day occurred
And now it has been crushed
Crushed like the leaves on a crisp autumn day
Under your feet as you say
How wonderful life is.

 
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