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Flames
She is the candle to my moth
I am singed by her flame
Dicing ever closer
Whispering her name
Then the wind of chance blows
And with a random ease
Her light is erased
By that fickle breeze
I bumble stumble around her room
Feeling wasted and old
This room is so dark
This room is so cold
But my lady my lady
Lingers in the air
I feel her very presence
She is everywhere
She flies with every wind
Tousles leaves in the tree
Tells me so many ways
She still waits for me
She is the candle to my moth
I am singed by her flame
Dicing ever closer
Whispering her name
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