when sun begins to fade
The sun keeps me warm with a gentle hue, Maybe that's the reason why I think about you. Maybe the sun fades from my view, But I'm stuck to it, I don't know what to do. The heart begins to fold, But inside me feels like molten gold, Maybe the fire will fade, But it always shines like jade.
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