Maybe the night sky loves the daylight so much,
But everytime he tries to grasp her in his hand,
His darkness would end up consuming
All her lights and brightness
Until she is left with nothing but
Darkness and only a handful of bright lights,
Shining from tiny little stars
So the night sky let the daylight go,
Hiding all the love he has in the darkness of nights,
Behind all the stars and the moon.
Letting her get her sun back,
Letting her shine again in the morning.
Because after all,
The world is better with lights, not darkness.
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