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I am sitting at the table
The candle throws out its light.
Making shapes with the shadows,
That are an amusing sight.
A flower appears on the ceiling,
The flame beats like the sun;
The floor seems to have movement
As the wax begins to run.
But I am just sitting at the table,
The candle throws out its light.
Making shapes with the shadows
For me on this dark, dark, night.
I thought I saw two children;
Playing by the flame,
I told them "I am Joe";
Tell me, what' is your name?
For a split second I thought I saw bob Dylan!
In the corner of the room,
Peripheral vision causes havoc;
When you can`t hear him play a tune.
But I am still sitting at the table,
The candle throws out its light.
Dancing shapes with the shadows,
for me on this entertaining night.
I am sitting at the table
The candle throws out its light.
Making shapes with the shadows,
That are an amusing sight.
A flower appears on the ceiling,
The flame beats like the sun;
The floor seems to have movement
As the wax begins to run.
But I am just sitting at the table,
The candle throws out its light.
Making shapes with the shadows
For me on this dark, dark, night.
I thought I saw two children;
Playing by the flame,
I told them "I am Joe";
Tell me, what' is your name?
For a split second I thought I saw bob Dylan!
In the corner of the room,
Peripheral vision causes havoc;
When you can`t hear him play a tune.
But I am still sitting at the table,
The candle throws out its light.
Dancing shapes with the shadows,
for me on this entertaining night.
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