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By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   the damn matches!

(damp, soggy matches)

hurry, light them.

quick! before the fire

g o e s o u t....

flame flickers, darkness descends....

(why do we both have to sit and suffer)

you look different in the dark...

(your chin protrudes a little

and i can't see my reflection

in your eyes)

a light in the distance?

a beautiful orange flame burning

slow, passionate.

(why am i so afraid to let go?)

i'm sorry...

but nds a e nu

my ha r mb

and i'mm startting tto sshiv err...

(the light won't wait forever, you know)

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