When I opened them again the fire had died, and the wall was dark.

The crowd would know within minutes that the fire had died.

My fire had died, and now the ice left me, too.

We talked for a long time while the fire died.

The fire died down, though the paper continued to glow.

The whole idea of this is to let the fire die down.

A few creatures came and looked at them when the fire had died away.

The arms came down, the fire and the power died.

But one night in 1990, a theater caught fire, and four people died.