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to my Sun   Thou supply all need, My riches because of you The harvest of my fruit Forever.  
It’s strange, isn’t it? Its warmth is needed for survival But as soon as you reach toward it As soon as you try to look at it a little more closely You get burned You're blinded
The sun is brighter than the moon And I hope to see you soon The sun is your beauty The moon is your pain I will look so sue me Your smile holds my brain With you there’s more to see
Solar Flares and Moon Beams All we hear are the children's screams, Calling out for mom and dad,
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