Los días de nuestro soporte futuro delante de nosotros como una fila de poco encendieron velas de oro, calientes, y animadas de las velas -- pequeñas.
Sigue habiendo los días más allá de detrás de nosotros, una línea mournful de velas extinguidas; los lo más cerca posible todavía están fumando, frías velas, derretidas, y dobladas.
No deseo mirarlas; su forma me entristece, y me entristece para recordar su primera luz. Anticipo en mi encendí velas.
No deseo dar vuelta detrás, a fin de vea y me estremeza en cómo rápidamente la línea oscura alarga, en cómo rápidamente las velas extinguidas se multiplican.
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