My heart tears,
As I sit,
In the shadows on my own,
Dwelling,
in the aroma of the forgotten,
The only moon,
Without a sun,
How long can the moon survive,
Without their sun,
Whom lends them light?
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Sun And Moon
My heart tears,
As I sit,
In the shadows on my own,
Dwelling,
in the aroma of the forgotten,
The only moon,
Without a sun,
How long can the moon survive,
Without their sun,
Whom lends them light?
