Oh flickering flame it's me you tame
the beast by lullaby,
a harp upon an aching ear
and sight for soring eye.
Created of destruction
for combustion by expression,
Yet I burn this flame to yearn
for times gone by's confession.
Candlelight in waning night
we always burn the same,
a soft release by silent peace
found flickering o flame.
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