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The nice boys said to be easily raised
Had scratched knees they used to hide away
My constellation is of the Sun's fragment
A radiant blackout, the dance of shadows

What used to be a blinding future
Pausing it for a while
Will glow
My dream is to stay
I won't give up
You'll glow

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