"Oh what do I do? When it comes to you, I am as helpless as dew. I love to cool you down and watch you shine...but it seems like I can never make you mine. For I am banished by the heat of attention. If only I could see you with nary a mention. A night person I am, known to arrive in the dusk; yet I thrive at dawn, for that is the time for us. Oh morning...why dost thou leave me in mourning?"
-A. Lewis
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