We dance upon the tainted Sun,
That light now left behind,
Bitter words rolled off your tongue,
But Sweeter, I'll never find.
I hold you you close within my arms,
But kept our hearts apart,
Silver Oceans burn again,
Set off by our last spark.
Glist'ning water on your skin,
Slowly turns to rain.
Your body, it starts shimmering,
Yet your eyes show only pain.
Your stardust starts to dwindle,
Made up of rain and stars,
But I'll gaze into the skyline,
The Moon's forever ours.
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