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I
know a skinny wooden stick,
that tends to blush extremely quick.
Its head is red continually
without a cause for me to see. I
ask it for the reason why -
no answer, it is just too shy.
Again its face beams in red shade,
but suddenly a change is made: It's
lit up by a golden glow,
a tiny flame first flickering low,
then proud and tall, forgets its fright,
no longer small, but shining bright! An
upright light it turned to be,
that's burning calm and steadily.
It offers us its special gift
and gives the warmth a golden lift.
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