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At the end of a corridor
Sits a light
Burning down a candle
Melting for an eternity

"Somewhere it is cold and sometimes
Wind is howling: understand
Somewhere blistering cold, but
I can't realize bitter chill for if I

Could, I would somehow
Not be here"

(So he shudders
Thinking) "but I will not

Anywhere else be for I
Live in this moment"
In that hall
With that candle

"And everything is warmer
Than ever I imagined anything could
Be; even better the way I
Feel about heat, constantly spreading"

(A gust breaks out of a door
A wind rushes onward
A light is drowned out
Despair falls like a curtain to the floor)