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I feel
92 million miles
I travel to get here
to give you my love
and you take me for granted
I warm your souls
your hearts
and watch you radiate
pure bliss
I could be so much more to you
I could end your wars
So sad
You no longer build monuments
to honor my source
I will be here long after you're gone
In the meantime
I will continue to
arc myself over your land
with all my magic colors
to bring you joy

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