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The moon rises to take her place in the night sky. She is surrounded by her children, before their light begins to die. The sun sets and descends to the underworld, leaving the world dark and cold. But yet, there is a light so bold.
The daytime dreamer is always so beautifully alive in her mind. But, she looks so cold - on the outside; like an aged book with a cracked spine.
A celestial light Shined bright Like a light beam In an ethereal dream A dream of spectrums Of ideal perfections
i. sun: the light of all life. Ive had many suns in my life, people I thought would be the center of my universe forever. After the last person, I swore to myself I’d never put anyone there again.
The trees--they quiver with life.Yes, all around me,They shake with strife.Their bones, bare of bark,They're stark white cast in dark.Sister stars shoot to earth,Little pricks of light plunging-
As I lay in the darkness My mind filled With the pitch and silence I think… Why do I feel like this? So comfortable
We're space-candy mannequins, just suckers for human sin. Count to three, it's a jawbreaker world; only sweet until it's gone and you're left with that ache in the maw. I'm a space-candy mannequin,
I reach out as far as my arm can bear So I can have a piece all to myself And each glistening spec of light intensifies my yearning for the night I feel the milky rays of the galaxy brush my cheek
All is one in the universe, son. You need not fear, we all end up dying young. Remarkable fortune will surely appease Your preoccupied mind and your failure to see That salvation is in front of your eyes.
O goddess fair, enthroned and seated high Above my weary head and earth-bound soul
Large, mystical, and unpredictable, He guided us through the night. He saw us enter the alley That led us to shivering from fright.