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WHEN the loving stops ill know,
the shine in your eyes will leave
just like the stars when the sun
appears and the moon is gone.

ive always been your sun, ive been
             too blinded by my own light to see it.

i hope the moon is good to you. youve 

always loved the stars more anyways.

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