Night becomes day, because of them,
and the light,
from the cities obscures them from our sight.
Before we became as we are, did we not seek
with wonder and awe, with wide open eye's,
as only a child could see them.
To disappear with the coming of dawn,
with the sun,
not shedding a tear.
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