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A Woman Is A Candle |
| "FLAMING COLOURS" Flickers change dances with each breath I feed it. Melting all around knowing it Will be Gone. Me too. What use to burn? I cannot feel my own Flickers any longer … when once I was an Ever-Burning Flame, Brilliant in my Blues - Awesome in my Colours. A Candle of Many Colours I must be. |