Our frail shadows will stage our deaths
Dancing off into the nightfall
We are reborn in the kingdom of the dawn
Blue sky canvas painted over our souls
We will be safe if we keep our hearts together
Are we the gifted or the damned
Sunrise, our favorite color
It fills our eyes with joy; only we understand.
Morning dew never tasted this sweet
Our souls meet as I sip it from your soft, pale skin.
We welcome the sun in
But the sky has never been this mean.
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