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The ground is growing cold
Beneath the flickering gold
Light from candles shining bright.
Here, I find solace in the night.

A flaming lily blooms
As starlight fills the gloom.
Water, a mirror of the sky,
Guides me on to the other side.

I look into the bowl
And see you staring back.
What time has stolen from me:
An image in the black.

I've cried and I've bled,
But I'll never forget.
As certain as the moon that shines
Down on me from above,
I'll sit by your side
Through the dead of night.
By the quiet light of dying flames,
I mourn you, my love.

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