Enchanting,
Brilliant colors,
Ablaze,
Timbers fall,
Adding to my merriment,
Where is the feast?
Surly such triumph deserves a party.
The end of another home,
A prison in disguise.
When the flames cease,
And this place of residence is dust,
I will dance upon the ashes,
With glee,
In my little yellow dress.
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