Interpret My Pronunciation Or Pronounce My Interpretation
I am convinced the stars reflect your eyes,
Much like the moon does for the burning sun;
If I'm correct our sun could never die,
Until the day which to the Earth you shun.
Let's watch the Earth set in the morning blaze,
And dread the time when it begins to lift,
Cuz in your light is where I want to stay
And nighttime glow is such a deathly shift;
Though all you carry is serenity,
The moonlight determines an anxious flow.
The world's desire Is your majesty,
And limits cause our cold hearts to be sow'd.
I would not find pride in self perfection
Because you're beyond all of its tension
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