A thousand candles burn;
burning my love,
burning my hate;
burning me.
They're coming at me
from all sides,
but still I refuse
to surrender.
They're taking all
that is mine,
but I must somehow
still shine.
I am scorched,
still this fire you create;
it will not resonate.
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