A fire,
A flaming raging fire,
Above a snowy hill.
A fire atop skinny trees,
Never standing still.
Glowing softly on a starry night,
Each tiny fire sways.
They burn away but do not spread,
Each tiny orange blaze.
The forest begins to melt away,
When suddenly a giant wind whips through.
Each fire is dimmed within a second,
And a wish is made anew.
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