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They're big and yet so far away, We see them at the end of day. They're small and they're above. We see them when we close our eyes, Each time we are in love.
What's always coming, but never arrives?
I am the enemy of all that is good and right. Five letters--that is the length of my name. Remove the first and evil I remain
Sometimes you feel it weigh a ton. Yet it is nothing, but somehow still there. Makes you uncomfortable around anyone, But speak its name and it's gone.
Itβs so fragile even just saying its name can break it. What is it?
If you can spot one of these eastern warriors, it means they're not doing their job right.