As a sentimentalist
I simply just cannot resist
A little voice inside my head:
"Do not destroy the things he said!"
Notes and letters in a box
Lay there frozen, hard as rocks.
Once smoothly melting in my hands -
All that's left of distant lands.
And then I find a candle.
Light the candle?
Fight the candle!
Burn the candle, burn!
Burn the sorry promises,
There's no lesson left to learn.
With the little flame, my dear
Take the tears, the sadness, pain, and fear
And never do return!
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