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Flame | My First | 2003 | |
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In the privacy, where no one saw me, Nor did I see one thing, I had no light to guide me But the fire that burns within. Like the candle in the wind, That will die in the slightest breeze I was desperate and dying For every step I take, I take a step into my grave. A grave made out of water, To douse my dying flame. I brought this upon myself For the road that I choose, Lead me down to the eternal flame. T.J Yang Avin |
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