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the moon is my lover.
she has seen all my problems, heard all my weeps. she is the light to my dark.

the sun is not a friend of mine.
he is all too fake. always bright and happy, that can't really be the case.

the earth is my bestfriend.
keeping me on the ground. we touch, everyday. there for me when even my moon is gone away.

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