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The Spirit of the Candle speaks...

"My mother was obsessed

by evil jealousy,

she didn't want nobody to

even look at Molly.

She kept me locked up

in this attic 'till I died.

Only 4 years old,

my story left untold."

Oh Molly...

"Mother was struck by this

infallible idea if she could paint my

portrait I would remain immortal.

And I could hang

downstairs above the fireplace.

A little girl in lace,

not a single trace of crime."

"Each day and night she worked

and autumn turned to spring,

for every stroke she painted

a little life was ended.

At last I felt so weak

I could not even speak

but in that fatal portrait

my spirit came to life again."

Oh Molly...

"That night I made the

portrait speak in evil tongue:

You're gonna go beyond too,

may pain and death bestow you!

She grabbed a book

and spoke aloud an ancient

rhyme while she burned the

portrait in the candle of fate."

Oh Molly...

"I've gotta see Ma!"