I suffer in darkness, the light cannot reach my soul.
In darkness I bloom, in the embers I died in, I shall become a new being.
In darkness born, in darkness blinded.
I need your touch of warmth and love.
I cannot survive much longer, thought my soul yearns for light.
I leave for the stars, a rising sun of burning tears and flames.
I have no one to call, to weep for in the night, to touch with my rays.
Now a setting sun, I die.
With no fanfare, I leave.
I am not mourned by another.
I shall rise again, -once a star, and now the sun,- tomorrow.
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