Why are you the Sun when I'm the Moon.
Why without you I am useless?
Why am I just a star, while you're shooting?
Why am I the lyrics when you're the music?
Why am I the bottle when you're the water?
Why are you the better of me?
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Well watch out because I am on fire like you.
Starting now I'll never be useless.
I'll be across skies, the brightest shooting star.
I'll be the muse to your music.
You can be the water capped in a bottle, I'll be the entire ocean.
You won't get the better of me.
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Exhibition of Metaphoric Elements
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