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| Candles |
| There are candles flickering in the night, For most, they are hidden from sight. They are lit by the fires of grieving love, For loved ones born to Heaven above. The stars you see in the bright night sky, Sparkle from a candle's tear-filled eye. As it sends an essence from one's heart, To a love that was so suddenly torn apart. So when you see a candle softly burning, Know that there are hearts yearning, For the time when parted souls unite, And no more candle need tight their night. Paul D. Mcutcheon (C) 2003 |
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