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Candle on the Wind
Candle burning on the hearth
Dancing flames light the dark
Spreading scents of lilacs, pears
Calming balm, assuage my cares
Send your fragrance out her way
Return to me with her someday
On the breeze of early spring
When bluebirds pass this way again
I'll be waiting for her here
With bated breath to call her "dear"
Upon my heart may she alight
Her presence ending this long night
And love her? Always! Without doubt
Long past when your flames go out
Happy tears from me will fall
The lake out back will catch them all
There'd be enough to fill and sate
My longing thirst would then abate
Quenched and satisfied at last
To pine for her is in the past
Copyright ©
Andres Luis Bigote
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