Bastard dreams born of a fateful turn
set on fire they cannot help but burn
a thousand candles in the wind
and only the fires I have sinned
flutter in the butterfly night
helpless I crawl in the chaotic sight
of a world lit by a fitful light
that threatens at every moment
to explode into flight
burn oh my dreams
but don't fade away
you are the only thing
that I have today.
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