A Candle In the Wind
Old age will be miserable
If one thinks of the dreams
That haven't been fulfilled
And time is lacking
If one thinks of the hatred buried in the heart
And there is a little chance to release
The oldy is too weak to combat again
He will burn himself out
Like a candle in the wind
Maybe doing good
Is worthy
But doing bad
Will face a penalty from God
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