When the lamp ignites, moths take flight,
Drawn by love, with heads bowed low,
Mad with passion, they appear in the night,
When the lamp ignites, the moths all go.
The heart's flame burns, grief's clouds gather near,
Love's tears descend, a tender rain,
When the lamp ignites, the scene is clear.
My youth consumed by your burning fire,
Now tales of love return to me again,
When the lamp ignites, my soul's desire.
You left, yet thoughts you didn't erase,
Why do they torment me through the night?
When the lamp ignites, time and space.
This love's fire will never be quenched,
Though they come to reason, with all their might,
When the lamp ignites, hearts are wrenched.
You, my love, you weep so, oh so true,
They come to bury the living in sight,
When the lamp ignites, it's me and you.
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