the sun glows
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like an inflamed eye
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and blinds our cosmos
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with illuminated beams
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blue...
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but who cares?
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in faint we slumber
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we don't percieve
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what is happening
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outside these cold walls
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above the (passive) houses
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a young man tries
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to take his life
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by walking the (crossing) line
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(still) the birds are hooding
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for the heated blue
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but they cannot find it
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instead they decline away
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the hazard wind blows cold
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and cover the (animated) skin
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with pain
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while we all pass away
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Blue
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| Aurora |
