The darkness flees to go home
The morning sun slowly awake,
Moon you want to be alone
Sun you don't know what to make,
Trees you breathe ever so gently,
Your sounds they sent for me.
Birds you chirp ever so happy,
Most might think I'm being sappy.
However you see,
This day is dying.
What do you want me to be,
For I am trying?
You may never know what I seek,
But that's ok neither do I,
However you look I'm not weak
Though you'll only believe me with a sigh.
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