There's a candle in my hand,
And it's flame is in the mirror,
Now I better understand -
The truth is here, it is near.
The reflection of my face
Is so dim and so misty.
And the world will me embrace
With revival on the Easter.
In the morning with the sun
I'll get up and run so freely.
Understands me fully none,
But loves everyone nearly.
Candle
© Copyright: Принесенная Ветром, 2004
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