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Unlit Candles

We bide our time upon the cusp Twixt what may be and surely must From evenings hush till morning hours Begging chase through moon lit bowers Where gleans the will in blissful trance And leads the way in halting dance To just beyond what grasp may reach Where barely recalled memories teach Tween what is now and might have been To tease the eye with promised gleam And silent whispers barely heard That nary leash the fleeting word But call to mind the long lost plight That dreams and hopes in lofty flight Might grant surcease on windswept wings With unbought time and unsought things

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