Life's like a candle, slowly burning away
Some more pure wax gone, with the end of a day.
When your hopes are too high, your wick burns fast
Forgetting pain, troubles, and lessons learned in the past.
Then all too soon, alone burnt out and cold
Life has just begun, and you're growing old.
Sometimes the winds of misfortune, may blow too strong
You must
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