I bore a torch for you;
You'd passed it on to me.
Little I knew I drew the short stick,
Till it began to burn my fingers.
It would make no distinction
As to what it used as fuel.
The fuse ran down to the wick,
But that's not real which can't be held.
The fire would consume me,
Had I not let it fall.
Scarce I'd begun to bear the light
When it lived through its short life.
All along the light was fake.
Only the stars will shine forever.
Thus I turned my eyes upwards,
And before me saw no more.
Show me a light that never dies,
To set the whole world alight.
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