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Perhaps her lungs – stronger than mine –
Blew too hard at the six candles on her cake
And extinguished the seventh
That she was unaware was there.
Oh for the day when the light
Is re-kindled once again
And once again that glow
Lightens this heart so sad, so forlorn.
At such a tender age
She cannot know.

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