I know a few things
no one cares to see.
It's a terrible realization
that they're not so far from me.
The sun never shines
equally in all places;
some of us live outside
glad for the moonlight on our faces.
I know a few things
for which no one has a care
it is my toil in the shadow
that gives sunlight to your hair.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
I know a few things
no one cares to see.
It's a terrible realization
that they're not so far from me.
The sun never shines
equally in all places;
some of us live outside
glad for the moonlight on our faces.
I know a few things
for which no one has a care
it is my toil in the shadow
that gives sunlight to your hair.
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