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It's day time here

but I can't make it out,

You've blocked the sun

you solar assassin, you,

I could tell when when the

absence was present that

all the good rays were gone,

Everyone is wondering about me

in their tiny shallow self absorbed worlds

They wonder if I'm still clipping out

the newspaper stories that seem to bother me,

Or if I'm still going on about

my own personal eclipse,

But I swear to god if I could ever move

your memories out of the way

I could prove that you were the one

Blocking all the good rays