Lighthouse
Waves crash,
the fire lash,
the lighthouse is burning down.
And it seems,
like people scream,
but it's just the wind,
howling all around.
The fire's bright,
and in the night,
it burns without a sound.
Now, it's lost,
and the remains are tossed,
carelessly on the ground.
Raindrops fall,
upon it all,
and all, was never found.
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