To call you my sun,
Is unfair.
To call you my moon,
Is unfair.
Because when the night comes, the sun goes away. And when the day comes, the moon and stars go away. I want you to stay, not to stray.
You are the horizon, you appear in both dimensions. Light me up when the sky is blue, and shimmers in the night when I'm with my thoughts of you.
Idk whut im talking 'bout
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