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Death Of The Sun
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Improv 2001 My room is cold,
dark as the midnight hour.
I sit here... waiting for the sun to rise.
It's only been 2 days since you've gone,
and yesterday, the sun...
it did not rise.
The death of you,
my only love,
was followed by,
the death of the sun.
~*~ Jill ~*~
