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Candlelight
The candlelight spills softly into my room,
just as the light from the moon,
peaks through my window.
It shines until the twilight of early morning,
discovering and displaying shadows on the wall,
dancing while I sleep.
Flickering it's light and dancing shadows on my wall,
the candlelight burns while I dream.
I awake to the scent of candles burned,
and the sun showing it's face through my window.
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