Sun, lend me your shine
Don’t let yourself be consumed by time.
It will only be p.m. when you decide—
As your shadow would have whispered to mine.
Come find me,
I will follow you.
Don’t let gravity pin me down here.
Come, my tender sun.
And when I fly away,
Carried by your star,
Towards the boundless hole of the Milky Way,
How I will praise you,
As I fall, oh, so far,
Where stars are born and fade to grey.
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