Like a burnt out candle,
The smell of you still wafts in the air…
I remember it from long ago
And smell again what once I lost,
What once I knew,
What now I have.
Yet how can you say that you’d believed
That soon enough we’d be together?
How can you saw that you had known
What my poor heart
Had longed to hear?
Like a burnt out candle,
The smell of you still wafts in the air.

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