I am like a candle burning low
Slowly dying ember in the forest evergreen
Rivers in the desert stream
Forlorn blowing wind of autumn breeze.
I am a setting sun with hope of rising on a new morn
A waning moon on last breath of night
I am a humbled oak tree, its limbs bare
the unwatered flowers of mid-summers heat.
Slowly dying ember in the forest evergreen
Rivers in the desert stream
Forlorn blowing wind of autumn breeze.
I am a setting sun with hope of rising on a new morn
A waning moon on last breath of night
I am a humbled oak tree, its limbs bare
the unwatered flowers of mid-summers heat.
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