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                 The Flames of the Night                                 
                                                                         
                 Like candles in the dark,                               
                 Flames dripping with wax.                               
                 I hear thunder outside,                                 
                 The pitiful sounds of the rain at night.                
                                                                         
                 I sit at my table,                                      
                 I think of you as I look into the flames.               
                 I see you there looking back at me as if you,           
                 Were there right beside me.                             
                                                                         
                 I never knew how much I loved you,                      
                 Until you were gone.                                    
                 But now your love is still here with me,                
                 And my love will be left in your heart,                 
                 As something from me to you,                            
                 And it is forever with you.                             
                                                                         
                 I still love you.                                       
                                                                         
               Copyright (c) 1992 - Christina Barrett                    
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