Candles multiply, 

like a fire spreading in our hearts.

A fire of passion, a passion for life,

that keeps on growing, as we keep on going.


It simmers down after a certain year,

and we stop and think about how passion burns

and how passion burns out,

when we feel we have had our fair share of life

and we no longer yearn. 



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