Burn and flicker in air
As Sticks of wick begin to melt
Sending a drip down the pan
While withering along each breath
It's death unbeknownst to itself
Burn and flicker in air
As Sticks of wick begin to melt
Sending a drip down the pan
While withering along each breath
It's death unbeknownst to itself
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