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“Betray the moon as acolyte

On first and fierce affirming sight

Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight”

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“Know that I would gladly be

The Icarus to your certainty

Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

Strap the wing to me

Death trap clad happily

With wax melted, I’d meet the sea

Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight”