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[aid] => mick
[title] => I'm A Candle
[time] => 2010-11-03 20:43:46
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[bodytext] => In the darkest hour of the night,
I sit alone in candlelight.
Staring at the wax dripping down,
I look at the candle’s tear-dropped crown.
An inanimate object to some—a kindred spirit to me
I feel as if my flame will soon flee.
My wax is down to a tiny stump;
Time will turn me into a lifeless lump.
So much do while the flame lingers;
Will life escape between my fingers?
The darkest minute of the darkest hour
I feel the candle’s magic powers.
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[informant] => lesoleilnoire
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