Candles are burning on the table;
I spend this evening all alone.
You left; it seems to be so empty
That I don't recognize my home.
I still have hope, the last one, maybe,
But I'll be waiting till the dawn.
If you don't come I'll have to leave it:
Without you there's no my home.
July 26 2014
Candles are burning on the table
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