Okay, so, perhaps this isn't as silly as the other ones, heh heh. But, yeah. A song/poem I wrote.
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The Sun has two stars,
Two of which we are.
But space isn't big enough,
For what we've had in mind.
Even when it had been rough,
We found what we needed to find.
All we need is the Summer street,
The comfort from the heat.
We'll never have to be,
When you've said you're me.
But those days are gone.
And we've died along.
On the same start,
The one we said we are,
When the roads weren't wide enough,
For what we had in mind.
Like when it had been tough,
We found what we needed to find.
All we need is the Winter street,
Where rain and ice meet.
We'll never have to be,
When you've said you're me.
But those days are gone.
And we've died along.
And now you're just a stain from the grass,
A spot on my jeans.
From clouds that have gone and passed,
Drifting over my needs.
We've gone along, away,
Glancing back each day.
When all we've ever needed was the street.
A day where we could sleep.
We'll never have to be,
When you've said you were I.
But those days are gone,
And we've died along.
We've died along with what was our's.
We were the sun, we were the stars.
