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I light my candle, melting is clear The air whispers, sometimes too near, My candle burns, yellow, blue, white I keep it going all through the night, Sometimes is flickers moving in patterns Circling, dwindling, sparking tatters, Flame dances then dwindles to poor Then springs up when thought it was no more It keeps on fighting as wax, time goes by The candle is me, and it is I.
