There is this light hanging from the ceiling
And it caresses me all night
It keeps the sun inside my room
When outside only shines the weary moon
There is this light standing on my table
I leave it on in case my sun goes off
It keeps me safe
And guides my darkest dreams at dawn
It brings me day
When it’s dark and night outside
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