| Look at the candle, as it’s life is bought,
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| as the wick just rolls of and dies;
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| look at the wax-drops as they cease from their goal
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| and the game they were playing loses its joy
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| and the youth which they played in runs away…
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| How long will you be gone?
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| Flames sucks at air now and its breath comes short
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| as it wavers to half its size;
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| vacuum closes in and it attacks the soul.
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| Now the force omnipotent itself is destroyed
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| and for lack of itself it wanes away…
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| How long will you be gone?
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| So does my mind fly as I fight my thought —
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| and I lose, for I cannot find:
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| sent my eyes long miles, they do not know home!
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| For the life I was part of breathes its last
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| and not only life, but hope has gone away…
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| How long will you be gone?
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| How long will you be gone? |