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Poem: The Sun Must Set to Rise

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I know the Sun must Set to Rise.

She had to die, to vanish, to let me emerge.

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Before, the only way I could be free was when I was sleeping.

I never dreamed as a girl.  

In my dreams I was my genuine self.

I would awaken in a prison each day.

So I would sleep.

I freed myself from that prison.

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To NOW love myself, and now I am  hated.

When before I hated myself, and was loved?

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Day is not better than night

Night is not Day 

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I loved make-up
I loved doing my hair feminine
I LOVED dressing as a woman

I love my baby dolls even.

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The sun must set to rise.

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I LOVE appearing a man
I LOVE my hairy body
I LOVE my beard

I love the musky smell of my sweat.

I Love my sword.

I love the blue as much as I loved pink.

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There is no dysphoria

Day is not night 

Night will never be day

Both are very good! 

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To NOW love myself, and know I am now hated.

When before I hated myself, and was loved

Oh the irony of that one!

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By Anunnaki Ray 

January 19th, 2017 


Dedicated to COLD PLAY -Paradise 

Cold Play – Paradise 

Lyrics
When she was just a girl she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of
Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes

When she was just a girl she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she’ll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she’d fly

And dream of para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

She’d dream of para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
And so lying underneath those stormy skies
She’d say, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I know the sun must set to rise”

This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

This could be para-para-paradise
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

This could be para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh, oh

This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

This could be para-para-paradise
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Written by William Champion, Christopher Anthony John Martin, Jonathan Mark Buckland, Brian Eno, Guy Rupert Berryman • Copyright © Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Royalty Network Inc.

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