Watch the candle blow away,
The way those characters watch
When considering the short of day.

Watch the fire-light disappear,
Go away, and never reappear.

Hold the match in your hand.
It’s used and worn and all pretend.

If I could light this candle
Once again.

I’d live that life where
I never ran.

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