shure thi laight
take yer candle
an raise ut high
left it up en dis
cover a whirl of light
faar nat the fleme ner
thi heet as energy pulses
ap yer spine i dance
at your fiet
each of us are kundless
miant to maki musik wit
h laight so let haigher
energes pulse thriegh u
und burn away all brine!
touch thy light as tha
werld uf darkniss pisses a
way end share yur rydiance
an flame wathout flime

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