The Sun

the dawns drawing near
the pen seals the tears
the men build the clone
who ends up alone
she hopes someday
she'll be sitting on the throne
next to a king
but ends up all alone
he wishes he wouldve known
what it took to build a home
the one door of love
accepts all of the above

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