find me like a wick among the wax a thickness confined dull and cold, the magic is gone and what is a prayer when the grass is frost and the trees are bare? this is when we give a cup of cold water to a son or a daughter and tell them to cheer an old man got up to the podium and said a few words about the cup he gave to an unfortunate one year a few people clapped and coughed and patted him on the back one man, with ear muffs, shook his hand and said the story reminded him of his own bitterness rolled in wax the candle sits and drips, no matter though can anyone know what the drips are for? frigid, still, one gives a candle to the other and lights it.
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find me like a wick among the wax
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find me like a wick among the wax a thickness confined dull and cold, the magic is gone and what is a prayer when the grass is frost and the trees are bare? this is when we give a cup of cold water to a son or a daughter and tell them to cheer an old man got up to the podium and said a few words about the cup he gave to an unfortunate one year a few people clapped and coughed and patted him on the back one man, with ear muffs, shook his hand and said the story reminded him of his own bitterness rolled in wax the candle sits and drips, no matter though can anyone know what the drips are for? frigid, still, one gives a candle to the other and lights it.