this pretty little flower burning bright
it looks like a dainty candlelight
alone it burns
its colours fading out
but i have no doubt
that its soul will soon be burnt out
flames, burning, oh burning so bright
rising up into the sky
wobbling, nervously, perfectly, calmly, but elusive
like their softly sucking oxygen out of the earth without a care
flames, flames, burning bright
wont you take my soul tonight.
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