Once I met a girl in a crowd of candles
While others flickered, she breathed fire
Her eyes fell on me, like matchsticks on gasoline
Stolen glances met, thus began the scandal
With my heart set on fire, I stepped further to flame her
But the F fell too short, a mistake too lame, a disaster
Taking puffs after puffs, she extinguished me
Now I lay among the fallen, marked by one number nine
She, high on my feelings, now seeks for some wine.
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