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I race sunsets, I wear out sunbeams
I am the madness inside of every desire
I tiptoe in motes that hold distant promises
Tossing little secrets to winds of change
I harness the sun away from his days
His evenings bound to my silver mane
I haze your mind under my lunar gaze
And draw you out of your languid life
I sweep out wishes and pour them into days
And have the sun catch them, to bring them alive...