Look up to the sky
And all is not right
As seen with the eye
The brightness of sight
Will blind your view
And deflate your might
Thinking it through
You'll see to the end
And what's left is you
You may try to amend
Broken love's will
With the love you send
While blinded still
Your vision will reside
Alone trying to fulfill
Do your best to hide
Behind a ray on the run
With whom you confide
And when all is done
You'll know it was I
On the bright side of the sun
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