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                               sun
                         rises can be
                   filled with beauty
                                       but I
                                         fear
                                        they
                                     may              
                                    be  
                       ­           lies                                 a darkness cloaked in an
                                  awe                         ­ inspiring myriad of  light
                                   the              world rarely becomes beautiful
                                    once       it has become covered  in pitch      
                                    but dusk tells the truth you can watch
                                   light fade from the world until all that's left
                                       is a thin line of beautiful light
   That to fades fast but even once its gone your left with countless stars