I cry my tears by candlelight,
Weeping into pleasant memories
And praying to myself.
I scorn the life I live,
Hoping for a better yesterday
And cursing tomorrow's perfect attendance.
I think of my emotions.
Love is monotonous, melancholy.
Life is solely mundane.
The spark that lit the candle
That let my love burn bright
Is gone.
The sunlight through the
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