Sometimes I look at the sun

And I think about all the things we should have done

And I get blinded.

For the way things happened should not have

And the way things were going to happen should have

So all I see is fuzzy, hazy

All I see is nothing

I must have

I wondered how the sun was setting as I looked at it.

But I could not see, so I trusted that it was setting dear to me.

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