Burning Lantern
Gently and vividly you created me; why?
To fly me in the dark sky
I came to your childish hands
You sent me off to the Swedish lands
With an aromatic candle shinning in
As a golden little tin
I went through the clouds higher and higher
With the flamed thing, it was a fire
Hearing children crying out as a melodious pattern
"Ah! see that glamorous flying lantern"
I see my fire was overjoyed
"Be controlled" I cried
The fire which shone me lit up soon
As the dark clouds hit the moon
I was just ashes nothing left more
A fallen crashed lantern, down by the shore
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