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In this moment of silence, I have paused, and wondered
Like a memory, stripped off it’s odour
I have forgotten, again, 
the scarcely remembered songs
I am a lost cause of the whispering night 

Across vast distances, unconspicous as the morning mist
The candle in me has not much flame
As a living debt fleeing out of reach
To pay a little and a little to preach.

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