He watched every single aurora as though it was his very first, like through the cinereal light of the dawn a auspicious firework had burst. But in truth he simply wondered what other gifts boundary hold, until he had himself convinced that one could turn his dull world auspicious. So he set all of his sights on where the sphere greeted the azure, left the things he'd loved and bid his past a guick goodbye so sure was he that the boundary would have all he'd ever need, that just as soon as he had reached it from his burdens he'd be freed. In the depths of night he found the place he'd seen the aubade arise, and there he waited for its light 'To come engulf his atramentous skies. But alas, as dawn was breaking, No auspicious tint coloured his world, and as the sun rose in the distance the hand of truth slowly unfurled: You can't bet happiness on horizons, for it's a race that's never done, in which you find beyond each finish line there lies another one.
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