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The wax slowly burns. From time to time        ::::::  '::::::
- pouf - tiny sound of a heavy wax drop       :::::: J6  ::::::
falling, crashing as softly as velvet on      :::::  HMw  :::::
the ground, disappearing already in the       :::::  WNM  :::::
darkness below. No! No! Don't go, little      :::::: MAM ::::::
drop of wax. But it's too late - the wax       :::::.`;'.:::::
is already lost in the darkness, cold            ::Mmmmmmm;:
and hard. --Don't cry little one, says             KKKRRMMA
the soft voice again. I am made of                 KPPPP9NM
hundred of tiny little drops of wax. -             K7IIYINN
small tears of blood run aimlessly down            Klll1lNJ
the candle, drip slowly, irregularly...            Klll1lNR
- pouf - and run away in the darness...            Kl::1lJl
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--Does the light extinguish                        L:::::l
because I cry, my little                           l:..::l    dWn.
one? --Why do you cry?  --I                  ,nnnnml:...:lmncJP',
cry my blood to make light.       :::::::;mCCCc'pdPl:...:l9bqPyj'jm;:::::::
My soul burns as i comfort        ::::::OPCCcc.9b::;.....;::dP ,JCC9O::::::
yours - nothing else              ::::' 98CCccc.9MkmmnnnmmJMP.JacOB8P '::::
matters, little one, says         :::    `9qmCcccc""YAAAY""roseCmpP'    :::
the soft voice. The voice is      :::.     ``9mm,...     ...,mmP''     .::.
like a murmur.  Thank you         :::::..       "YTl995PPPT77"      ..:::::
says the little one...  but       :::::::::...                 ...:::::::::
the candle doesn't answer...      ::::::::::::::::.........::::::::::::::::
its light seems like a warm smile,
enveloping the little one like a cloak of care...

Soon the little one slowly falls asleep in the silence, inside the
circle of space shielded by the candle... inside the light.

When she awakens, the light is gone
   -- the candle has died during the night
   -- but the sun shines high in the sky again.

In her bag, she finds another candle, all new and clean,
  that waits for the next night.