The fire burns in front of me
I feel the heat inside of me
I want to move away from it
but the site of it is headturning

The different colours burn brightly
orange, yellow and red.
i want to stay real close to it,
but i feel myself sweating

Finally it starts to rain
and the fire's burning out
that gives me a reason to walk away
but i just keep staring instead

carrie nnn

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