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A candle stick,
A flame.
Bring me home from yesterday,
And let me touch my flame.
Bring home a letter,
Love or hate or gone,
Bring me a poem.
Bring me anything, just not a flower.
Touch the golden sunset,
Touch it's lustful rays,
Brun your hand to a crisp,
Let your wings take flight.
Tell me this is over,
Tell me this is right,
Tell me you love me,
Tell me your....
A candle stick,
A flame.
Bring me home from yesterday,
And let me touch my flame.
A flame.
Bring me home from yesterday,
And let me touch my flame.
Bring home a letter,
Love or hate or gone,
Bring me a poem.
Bring me anything, just not a flower.
Touch the golden sunset,
Touch it's lustful rays,
Brun your hand to a crisp,
Let your wings take flight.
Tell me this is over,
Tell me this is right,
Tell me you love me,
Tell me your....
A candle stick,
A flame.
Bring me home from yesterday,
And let me touch my flame.
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