Solar
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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,
