Something told me the candle could not burn
Much longer; maybe it was how it leaned
Against the darkness, its waxy teardrop
Running softly down to join the others
To pool in sad surrender, coalescing
In a form less stately, less triumphant,
But with the swirls and eddies of its war
Like battle-scars, still proudly calling out:
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