I am a candle
You rub my match
You light my candle
My candle burns steady
Glow bright, radiate warmth
Cold wind blows
My candle blows up
No light, no heat
Rub my match again
You blow warm wind
My candle flickers
Light fades
Rub my match again
My candle releases soot
Wax won't burn
Black smoke ascends
Blow your magic wind
My candle is wide
My candle is high
Will burn long
If not disturbed
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