Sun.
I see the sun
Turning black
And it’s never coming back
Put on the sackcloths in your head
Cover yourself with ashes
Lament the time is coming
When the world stops spinning
Swirling and twirling
Like a fire of cone spinning
Mass ejections coming
At everyone who is breathing
I saw the sun
Turned black
And it won’t ever come back
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