I spoke to the stars,
About the mornings you brought,
I smiled when I told,
The fables of love in cold
winter evenings - I saw you with a coat,
Ready to row my sinking boat...
I spoke about the day,
When you came to me as a lost sun ray,
To lighten my dark sky,
With promises that turned out to be a beautiful lie,
In the end I all but realized,
It was the light that I despised.
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