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A Whale of a Tale
I'm holding a lamp, but the flame is out.
Not a drop of oil remains as I stumble about.
I need a light to show me the way.
There's a spout in the water swimming along.
It's playfully singing a seasonal song.
All I want is oil for my lamp, I‘m afraid of the dark.
I looked around over an empty sea.
It's so quiet, when no one is looking back at me.
I have my oil and my lamp is relit.
My lamp shines brightly now with a happy flame.
I can see my path clearly, but it's not the same.
If only I wasn't walking alone.
I'm afraid of being alone.
A Whale of a Tale
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