Oh Sun I’m going to miss you
You’re down below the line and I didn’t even get to see you much today
Just a wink below the line and I can no longer see you
How I miss you when you’re gone
How I can’t stand you when you’re here
Too big, too bright, too on fire
Too much until you’re gone and then I’m left without you and what is that?
Winter, winter, nights. They come in so sneakingly.
Oh Sun we fucked up the weather
It is almost mid October and I didn’t need a coat today
Even the trees are confused and the only think showing me it is in fact Fall is
You’re not here in the evening to greet me
Oh how I’ll miss you Sun.
Into the arctic winter.
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