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Craver
Brighten our visionBurn holes in the cloudsHanging like dirtRake up the old pathsIgnited by boredomA thirsty flameIn hermetic landscapesA craving for oxygenClung to a candlewickA light is litBut won’t shine foreverThe wax will collapseBy a greedy flameSoon it will be dark againClung to a candlewick
From Letras Mania