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The inability to imagine
Blinds you from a shattered amber horizon
So cry your slow motion tears
And feel your unwanted fears
Embrace your innocent years
And know to let go
Of today's melting gold
For the sake of tomorrow's rising crimson.
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Isn't the rising of the sun beautiful and the setting thereof? I love the life you give to both and how closely it reflects our human nature. We rise up like the sun some days and others like the setting of the sun.
