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The fire has raged for days, racing, leaping joyfully out of control.
The devastating damage caused, depressing for the soul. Animals are trapped, screaming, aflamed. Arsonist stand up, you should feel ashamed If your wish was for this blackened land, you've achieved your goal. But you will never win the battle, nor nature by flames defeat. From claiming victor's spoils, she will surely cheat The fired up striker of deadly match. Who caused flames the land to snatch? Sleeping hearts of plants awaken, reborn like the phoenix by the heat.
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