Compare people to candles,
Some small and plain,
Others large and elaborate,
Each burning through sun and rain,
Sometimes burning brightly,
Happy for all to see,
At others flickering dimly,
Mot sure they want to be,
Now I'm a candle,
Not too big or too small,
I'm complexly patterned,
Now I've taken a fall,
My wick withered,
I've faded away,
I was blown out,
Now I've no more to say.
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