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 | there goes the sun. [poem] |
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 4.5 with 8 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-07-13 19:21:42 |
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Where will we go when the sun burns out?
I don't know, but I still have some doubt.
Will we perish and waste away?
What will we do when night turns to day?
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So many questions, none have been solved.
We hug the dirt in our hands as we crawl.
Where is the grass? It died without sun.
No more trees, or oxygen. None.
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Here comes the sun, The Beatles once said.
Did they know when it died we'd be dead?
But we don't need to worry, we don't need to fear,
Because the sun will live for five billion years.
[notes]
A/C: This poem is about how we take everything for granted. |
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