the candle burns down
beauty in the faces
of angels dressed in black
the haunting voice of 200
echoing throughout the great hall
rekindling the souls
who step forward, in an attempt
to relive their past
but, no, you can never
go back there again
illusions of rememberance
memories are short-lived
but for that moment
the sweet sound of fellowship
in the song
everyone joined together as one
the flame goes out
and we are all gone |
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