Sun?
I don't see the sun,
And you're tanning your fair skin,
Moon?
You don't see the moon,
And I'm missing those candlelit dinners
You're sound asleep when I'm awake
I'm working reality,
And you're dreaming too much
Your right is my wrong
My right is sheer transcendent
Poles apart we've made ourselves

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