The sun, once a friend so bright,
Now acting strange, a strange sight.
No longer shining, warm and clear,
But flickering, as if in fear.

A group of friends, shopping for bread,
Chatting, laughing, all well fed.
But as they walked, they did not know,
That their fate would soon be show.

The sun, now grown so very dim,
Exploded with a mighty vim.
The friends, they never had a chance,
Their bodies now just scattered dance.

The bread they sought, now ashes too,
Their laughter now, a distant hue.
The once warm sun, now gone away,
Leaving only night to stay.

So let us cherish each day we're here,
And hold our loved ones very dear.
For life is fleeting, this we know,
And suns may explode, and friends may go.
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