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The moon and the sun

While he had the stars for company
She had clouds as ghosts
He rained meteors
While she cried water drops
She's desperate for a touch but is too afraid to hurt
He's desperate for her fire
But stays far enough not to get burnt
He owned the dark
And In her heart the lights are off
Every night she dies for him
He lights up the dark for her
And in the twilight they meet
Who knew that light and dark can make pink...