A solitary flame,
Beauty, love the same,
Flickers in the night.
Its strength remains
Even while its wick wanes
And colors dance so bright.
Amid deepening darkness
The flame of yellow grows,
And flickers of light dance
To a silent score of might.
The light cuts the darkness
With an indomitable spirit;
The light conquerors the darkness
With a spirit that gives sight.
Quenchless is this flame...
Darkness has no chance
To win this eternal fight.
Forever burning bright...
Forever giving life...
Forever the quenchless light.
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