Away the sun goes,
even tho it glows.

away the smells go,
of dinner divin.

why so why,
do these thing go,
Bye bye.

Can they tell the time,
oh why so why must the go bye bye,

i dont know why,
all thought they leave.

the time we make with them,
is all we need to get us to,
next time.

we all wait till its time,
to reanight with day of bliss.

But till them the moon,
and the smell of fire,
sjould be substitude untill then.

but while we wait we make,
more memoriesl untill time.

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