Candle's Flame

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You came like fire, too bright, too strong,
I let it blind me; I played along.
Your words were gold, your touch was sweet,
A fleeting high, then quick defeat.

It began with magic, a dream come true,
Every word, every look, was something new.
But magic fades, and so did you,
Leaving me wondering what was true.

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