Like a firework, you explode in the most beautiful colors. You light up the sky with one single flame. But sadly like a short fuse you're over no faster than you started. Just like that someone is on to the next one. Replaced with another firework much brighter and a much longer fuse. And the end of the night everyone forgets you were even popped. Be more than a one second light, be a sun. Yea suns set but they always rise again. Shine through the storm clouds that try to block you. Make your mark. Because you're more than firework you're a sun. THE MORNING STAR.

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