| Sky is turned grey
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| Banishing the black
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| And so appears the first ray
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| Sending the stars back
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| But the sun does not shine
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| On a single river or pine
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| No, just a forever wasteland
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| Endless expanse of dusty-dry sand
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| And from a cold mountain cave appears
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| A young girl, small for her years
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| She sits at the very edge
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| Of the miles-high ledge
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| The sun climbs higher,
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| Into the sky devoid of ozone
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| Skeletal bushes around her
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| Begin to simmer with fire
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| She stares at the beauty
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| Of the great golden orb
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| It’s the last things she’ll ever see,
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| As her life the heat begins to absorb
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| The great flaming sphere
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| Continues up into the sky
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| Shining on a surface world clear
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| Of any life or reasons why
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| Anyone who caught
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| A glimpse of the great sun
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| Anyone who saw the beauty
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| Would be a lucky one
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| The heat of the sun would burn you dead
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| There is no longer an atmosphere
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| To keep its harmful rays
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| From coming near
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| Her skin’s breaking out
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| In heavy sweat
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| As she gazes at celestial being
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| Of bedtime lore
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| And as she stands there
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| She does not regret
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| Her curiosity that burned her
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| Into no more
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| The sun climbs higher
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| Into the sky devoid of ozone
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| Skeletal bushes around her
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| Begin to simmer with fire
|
| She stares at the beauty
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| Of the great golden orb
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| It’s the last things she’ll ever see,
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| As her life the heat begins to absorb |