ONE DAY THE CANDLES WOULD GO OUT

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One day the candles would go out,
Then would the lights come on.
The shadows would recede,
A new picture would be captured.

These tears would be treasured,
A rare occurrence seen only in joyful times.
Then would the pain be alienated,
Just a memory to be remembered.

©Sephace_

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