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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”
