Flame

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I am the flame

Fighting to burn

The strong gust of wind

Stabs at me in turn

I’m growing weak

From forcing my light

But I will not die

I’ll try to be bright

I bite and I lash

Defending my light

I burn the wind

It shrieks back in fright

I’ve gained respect

The wind has backed down

My light I reflect

All over twon

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