I will be free that, alas
When all my cares and troubles pass
When all my tears are wiped away
No more crying, no hurt to stay

The flame of memories burning low
As you depart a dimmer glow
Until one day the dim flame dies
Accept the bitter truth, not lies

The flame that once so bright did burn
With vigour all my heart did spurn.
Is now just left with charred remains
In my heart still sorrow reigns.

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