You as you will leave nothing.
You will end but you won’t leave.
Ends are only plowed back in.
The blue sky’s a confusion
Caused by too much nearby light.
Day moons show it’s always night.
But face it, there’s a difference
When you face the scorching sun.
There’s very little distance.
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