The same number of suns,
Weaving a translucent tune,
A tune that would shun the world into a solo sphere of silence.
Two beams of silver,
The same fracture of golden-light,
Making sight something of delicate existence,
That if searched for would only drive into hiding.
Two eyes of gray,
The same facial feature,
Making a quartet of stares,
Stares that would send shudders down a giant’s spine.
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