The Silver Paint

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The silver paint in the sky makes me think the sun doesn't want to be seen today. But the sun must come back sooner or later, for without him, I am nothing.

It was a cloudy day today, the sky was a beautiful silver painting, but my sun was not there with me to witness it, and I felt cold.

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