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Sharon den Adel

Candles

Take away,
These hands of darkness.
Reaching for my soul.
Now, the cold wind
blows out my candles.
Feeling,
Only fear,
without any hope.

A thousand dark moons.
A thousand winters long.
A million fallen stars,
The candle burns in the womb.

We try not to forget,
They live through us.
Slowly they die away at every candle's end.

A thousand dark moons.
A thousand winters long.
A million fallen stars,
The candle burns in the womb.

We try not to forget,
They live through us.
Slowly they die away at every candle's end.




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