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The Day the Sun Will Die

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I told you once

that you're like the sun.

Golden rays erupting

from your very core.

 

You whispered,

breath gentle as a summer breeze,

that if you're the sun

I must be all the stars.

 

Amid the darkness of war

you shine your light,

and when you come back

I wrap you into the night sky.

 

It's not enough.

 

Every morning

you leave.

Every night

you return.

 

Until you won't.

 

That day

the sun will die

and with it

all the stars.