Rose-colored glasses

How rose-colored were those glasses
When you took my hand and touched my hair
And told me my voice was like music
And you would follow my star forever

We didn’t know the star was dying
A sun that burned until it exploded
Scattering pieces of our lives
Everywhere – now I must wear sunglasses

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