1 Once She lived on a Hill
On the Hill was a perpetually burning fire
The flame of fire was blue
The burning was a party

2 She went to the countryside
Upon Her arrival the flame was going out
She used dry hay, she used fossil fuel
Yet the fire won't be reborn

3 The fire gradually turned sour
She became as homeless as a wanderer
Would rather remain homeless
Hill was not burning

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