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The sky strangely got higher every night,
Old fires got brighter every night
Moon found it's own way to stay quieter every night,
The december got a disclaimer of it's own they say,
Everyone was praying for a better ending,
While he was busy searching for new colours to paint the eyes, they say
But the river which he was try to cross grew wider every night

He was one of a kind they say
He was envy of the sky they say

He envied the blunt belligerent light of their eyes
While they stole his soul they say,

Now he enigma