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Candlelife...

At the flaming candles stare,
four in the middle and eight beside.
Burning on the nightstand there,
I wonder where their souls reside.

In single motion the wild flames burn,
their warmth reaches over to lean on me.
My eyes blink and tear, so my head must turn,
the smoke fills my head from burnt out three.
And at these three I lend my gaze,
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