The brilliant sheen of the morning sun!
The gleaming smiles of the deranged!
Fly! Fly away!
The light calls you ever closer!
The shadows seem so far away!
Closer little moth! Closer still!
You will burn
but you will burn in the light
Not shrivel in the dark.
Closer little moth! Closer still!
You will burn
but you will burn in the light
Not shrivel in the dark.
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