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Stay with me flame

You are mostly white

with orange at your cone’s base

You are mostly still and,

by spells that are arcane and new,

my muscles relax

when you work

You are candle flame

You are fuelled by microcrystalline wax

and oxygen in the air

Stay with me flame

While I recall Bunsen burner flames from schooldays

Their fire was blue

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