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About This Poem
CANDLE IN THE WIND
It could be a phantom
And the wind blowing eerily
Lighted and be blown dying
I should have been sleeping now thinking
How come a candle in the wind?
Now in my waking
The memory still haunting
‘Tho unknown
I’m sure another night
And that jolted me again
I gathered my faith and confidence
To realize somebody guarding and guiding
You are the candle in the wind!
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