Candles,
They start whole with lots of light to give
Not knowing how long they will last
Or how bright their flame will live
They slowing melt but carry on
Shining powerfully
Shining strong
Shining untill their flame is gone
They do not last forever
They slowly fade away
But mine is still burning
Right to this very day
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