There is a whole small, very fragile flame, barely a breath wavering. Yet pilot delicate brighter than a thousand suns, a tiny light that has fought so hard to become a living inferno.
In the shadows all around A thousand flames are born of this firefly, strand by strand it has ignited, and all together are around her defense against the cold and darkness, and ensure all together and take turns, not too close to him all his breath and let his dark side to light, not too far away to feel what it's all about warmth, the precious light of a thousand candles born of his love. In the shadow
not too far held my lamp, tiny and anonymous from the blaze alive, I dried my tears and kill my anger and I listen to the song of this clarity, vibrant fervor sends me a brutal facts: nothing can die from so many love.
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