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Above the sun fortells the nigh, shining now starstruck soon. But say the sun is not in sight,shall there be no light upon which dreams may sail? And in the event of that dreamless night will there be no place for tears but the soul? The nightmare begins. I can't see your face, hidden amungst the hollow black stare of the night. Waiting perhaps until I scream first, followed by the heaven's paralyzing cry to which the lightning will reply. The clouds which at once befriened me, creating simplistic perfection in their effortless formation now look as though to break down and fall amungst mortals whom meander, oblivious to their embracement. Perhaps this explains why their tears begin to fall. Calling first upon the trees until reaching man, who begin to appreciate the sun.