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Candle In The Wind
In a dark gloomy night
And the around was blessed with fear and fright
Rain, lightning and thunder storm
snatched away the sweet night`s charm
A child of ten and two
Was dressed in red and blue
Lapped by a mother tight and close
A last hug of her dear son, she knows.'
In her tender but shivering arms,
Try to make him calm.
Her love Faith and tears
All were melting in despair
Helpless to ease her child`s pain
She prayed but all in vain.
The mother was sure
That her son`s curse will never be cured
And he will never see and hear
Adieu! O my sweet fellow,
It's time to part our pillows
with kisses four
for melancholy sore.
lo the tyrant sun is up in the east
And calling for, to shun
the night feast.
The fragrance and charm of the night
stir my heart and keep