I ran and ran,
Toward the sun,
I can catch up,I can!
This race isn't done.

The darkness can't win,
I need to escape,
From all this sin,
Stuck to me like tape,

Where do I go?
I need to know,
My legs can't keep up,
No more water in my cup,

Is this where I'll die?
Is this all there is?
So I say goobye,
Chasing the sun's bliss.
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