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I like this little thing called a light.
When I went to the market and it split in two,
Little flowers grew where they dropped,
and the ashes on the windows and the scars on the ground
assured me that the world was safe,
that you weren't leaving me anytime soon,
and that the world will keep coming, moving and spinning.



I love the light in this case.
The autumn flowers that grow and solo work.
I promised that the world is safe
I do not leave as soon as possible
And the world moves, and rotates production.