Take away
These hands of dark[ness],
Reaching for my soul.
Now, the cold wind
Blows out my candles.
Feeling only fear,
Without any hope.

thousand dark moons,
thousand winters long,
million fallen stars,
The candle burns in the womb.

We try not to forget,
They live through us.
Slowly they die away at every candle's
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