Like a flame flickering in the wind,
She teeters on the edge.
Unconscious of love’s gentle bind,
Until it’s too late, and love won’t pledge.
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Like a flame flickering in the wind,
She teeters on the edge.
Unconscious of love’s gentle bind,
Until it’s too late, and love won’t pledge.
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