Tonight, I'll be sleeping with all the lights on

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You are not a very good day
But that, they do not know of
What to do with all this sadness
Do I graze it upon the white sky
Let it bleed until then
Crimson, it turns, oh how crisp
What a sunset you are
But
I am
running
out
of
warmth

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