Every candle burned out, and the stars slept late with splendor,
Sceneries disappearing early revealed the jolliness,
Winds flying to far heights played the violins of his greatness.
The clouds napped into ditches
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Every candle burn out slowly and silently, And sweet night faint out sincerely, Where are you? do u hear my call, where are u. a fine poem. tony