Morning's light, darker than my night,
Burns and pains me, mocks my flight;
Let the world sleep, I want not to hide,
Daylight me not, don't hurt my pride.
When two Suns rise, the spirit is bright;
The inner one sinks, strikes swift blight.
When a star collapses, leave it alone,
What once shone, hates being shown.
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