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Melted Candles
Staring at the stars above me
Listen'n to Brandy
I smile at the home movie
That’s playing in my eyes mind
Watching the girl
So innocent and pure
Smiling and playing
As she spins and twirls
Around her fair neck
Rests a single lace of pearls
The movie keeps playing
My rerun of The Early World
This girl once was
Started spinning again
Now all I can do
Is hold on to the thread of ten
As the hourglass slowly spills
The film grows old and begins to streak
Fading the little girl...
Who once stood so tall; so meek
Its the fallen rain
______the fallen wax...
____________of childhood memories
This girl cries her shame of black…
______Fearing everything;
____________She continues...
Blowing out the candles
______She wishes;
____________For the girl... she once knew...
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