Just look at that intense light
Coming off that flame so bright.
Just see that tiny lamp holding
High its flag of fire as if preparing
To go into a battle to win
And only that.Meanwhile moths grin
At the lamp-soldier as they come
Charging at it.But within some
Moments,at its feet,they lie dead;
Burnt;Turn your gaze and in their stead,
Just look at the base of the lamp;
'Ah!Such glory thou hast,but why so damp
And dark thy own state?'.But me,
I am so!As for you,what shall thee be?
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