Trump card as my treasure
Without secrets, without doubts
Eventually stopping sunset to rise
Not a common path
To leave sunser as the day is still bright
Young and strong and still
Orders are naught
Neither stars or moon have a say
Eventually sunset is still on hold
Moving needles of a clock
Only to run around without sunset
None can even try
To take the sun to come down
Hence the moon doesn't stand a chance
Since this sun depicts a fact
With you
Is just a dream come true
Is just a wish fulfilled
Only means it's closer to our next months together
-Naytica-
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