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Lights


There is just something about the natural light of the sun, And the light coming from a light bulb. The light from the sun is pure, and golden, and just so rich, but the light from a bulb, thats something we from this generation depend on. This fake light, that does nothing, but leads us to places we wouldnt have had to go to, if we had only taken the chance when it was brighter. 

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