Pretty they said, oh but it was summer
when she bloomed, and wildfires came along
dancing across fields – wind songs
blowing through her mind
and there she stayed
sleeping much too late
to flee the lake of fire
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Pretty they said, oh but it was summer
when she bloomed, and wildfires came along
dancing across fields – wind songs
blowing through her mind
and there she stayed
sleeping much too late
to flee the lake of fire