The inferior quality of the light the Moon blows,
Lays not a secret, in the Sun’s brilliant glows.
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You wouldn’t understand us
As we see things in a different light
Which is no light
Dogs, cats, car, bus
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Hopelessness and despair
On a bed tainted with Death
And above, a deep layer of dying air
A frail voice, “Dog (doc) , do I have any hope left? ”
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