The flashing sparkles lights up the dark night.
The smoking hot tea reminds me of an old friend.
The sun, the moon and the stars witnessed the beginning and the end.
One dream after another singed the ups and the downs.
Who had it coming?
The fire beeps bursting through the water.
Still, there are no buildings tall enough to block the sun.
Still, there are no fireworks hot enough to mark the sky.
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