The sunshine is a blanket,
It wraps its warmth around me.
The moon's cruel chill,
As cold as can be.
It makes the earth a dark place,
But when the sun comes out,
We are free.
But freedom is not free.
We will all pay a price,
One day the sun will die.
And all will be ice.
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