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3 Candles Burn

A flame is so pretty, silent and gold
I'm scared and lonely exausted and cold
I've not much to say for I lack inspiration
I'm just lonely and weak in my sad desperation
Don't tell me you get it 
Don't sympathize 
Don't feed me your crap 
Don't tell me your lies
A flame is so pretty, silent and gold
I'm scared and lonely exausted and cold
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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