The Sun feels unworthy
To be the source of light;
What ifs scream in its head.
You could fly and find a star
New, devoid of blemishes
Old scars or its reticence
Yet the Sun falls into darkness
When this daily mirroring
Doesn't happen as imagined.
To be the source of light;
What ifs scream in its head.
You could fly and find a star
New, devoid of blemishes
Old scars or its reticence
Yet the Sun falls into darkness
When this daily mirroring
Doesn't happen as imagined.
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