Oh how it feels, to be blessed by the sun,
its glorious light, so bright one cannot look away.
Where those who breath life find salvation in its warmth,
and with it, we realise our reality,
no means of escape.
For your light blinds, and your warmth burns.
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Oh how it feels, to be cursed by the moon,
it's darkness for which it brings, one cannot see.
Where those who breath life seek escape from it's cold embrace.
But with it, we find ourselves within the night,
it's presence we find comfort in.
For your night brings peace, and your cold touch welcomes.
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Our escape into the night but a momentary bliss,
But alas, we must wake up from our dream;
wander back to where we really need to be.
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