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Cast by her own dreams divine,
The Candle stands and shines.
The wind moves, the earth turns,
Sneaking from the window, the breeze returns...
Yet the candle burns.
Once young she romanced the flame,
Now old, she misses the game.
The flame is dying in distress.
"Candle glow, let me grow"
Let's not flicker, let us sizzle...
Through the night, make love to me...
I'm dying!
