The Burnt Candle

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O! Candle, today you shall be burnt,
Green and sick with your radiance,
A thousand fireflies shall outshine you,
And roses shall provide no more assistance,

For they lie miles apart,
Blind and deaf to your caresses,
That you showered upon them,
During their distresses,

O! Candle, today you shall be burnt,
Crying, experienced and hurt.





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