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Who Am I?
Am I the sun, or am I the moon? Life unfolds around the two. Both are always in their place. Neither afraid to show his face. Do I shine, or just relfect? Am I just what they expect? As life unfold before my eyes, why am I the one that cries? The sun, or the moon, or is it just a bit too soon? The setting sun gives dying light, and now I know; I am twilight. |
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