Gloomy Sun
Gloomy sky, raindrops on my skin, It feels like I must die, the Storm will pass, the sun will win. Shining sun, sunbeams hit my face, It feels like I must run, and escape life's endless chase. Shimmering moon, eternal Darkness, It feels like I have to go soon, leaving behind all my starkness.
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