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Sunrise Sunset
The sunset was like gold dripping from the sky
The colors ran together like a watercolor painting
Once the sun set, the colors said bye
Until they rose again for the morning sunrise
As night settles in, the stars and moon rise
Beautiful constellations take over the sky

People
If people were great
They wouldn't judge
They wouldn't hate
They wouldn't hold grudges and we wouldn't feel irate
You don't have to be them or me
You can be who you want to be
You don't have to be the popular person everyone see's

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