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Candle Light |
Candle light, candle bright.
I stare into the fire light.
I watch it dance, I watch it prance
And wile away the night.
A flicker in the grow, as the wind blows,
While I sit in sorrow.
There is a chance, maybe perhaps
Joy will come on the morrow.
The candle's colder, the night's older,
but I have grown no bolder.
I'm still alone, for nights unknown,
Wishing I could hold her. |
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Copyright © 2004 by Richard E. Herrick, Jr. All Rights Reserved. |
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