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The sun,
and her moon.
They are in a perfect dance.
and every hundred years or so,
They'll finally meet,
but only for a few seconds you see.
Forever the moon is chasing after the
sun.
And their emotions are portrayed
through day and night.
The moon cries,
and the sun burns,
with pain that has engulfed a
hundred suns,
and it looks like she's happy but she's
ash inside.
The moon,
constantly chasing after her sun.
Day
and
Night.
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-kaysea 19.03
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