Not Yet
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Every time a candle burns
I think of a field in the middle of June
Campfires in the hills of Pennsylvania
Where we watched the glow of a waning moon
And I remember the days we laughed
The air is cold, but not cold enough for snow
Not yet
My heart is broken, but not broken enough for tears
Not yet
You thought you defeated me, but I’m not defeated enough to let you win
Not yet
