I’ve gathered the stars for you.
I’ve woven a cloak of infinite sunlight
and strung the moon upon a chain
for you to wear around your lovely neck.
The world’s a nightmare;
I’ve made it as enchanting as possible.
You refuse to make the dark your home.
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