Some of the first lamps
Lit on the nights
Of the festival of ligh
Often goes off
Before, we could turn around
Lighting the last lamp
In our collection
We…
Sight it a little closely
A little longer…
Lumens lost
Is much greater
Than what it spread
When it was lit
Descends to spread
Slowly
Brightly…
In every heart!
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