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We are candle and flame, In the darkness we burn bright; Fragile against the cold wind, But we'll burn through this night; Ask not of tomorrow, The wick is almost through; There is no time for such sorrow, Only for me and you.
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
The Candle
We are candle and flame, In the darkness we burn bright; Fragile against the cold wind, But we'll burn through this night; Ask not of tomorrow, The wick is almost through; There is no time for such sorrow, Only for me and you.
This is dedicated to the special people in my life who are much older than myself. It's crazy that you guys will die a lot sooner. It hurts to think about it. So i don't.
Shackofsit
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
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