Four candles
They burn slowly
Sharing hope and light
So pure, so white
The flames are yellow
While thy soul is red
Burning slowly
By the means of a thread
The thread of love, prosperity
In each other’s warmth
As their bodies degrade
The flames start to fumble
The end is near
Yet they have no fear
Anytime, they might crumble
Last pray to God
Lying in each other's embrace
And offer the last glow
The breath stops, they die
Damn, it’s dark again
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