The moon slowly and quitely rotates the eath
Her Celestrial music softly lules the human beneath into a soft and deep slumber
Her sonf soft woos the heart of the Sun
no words or phrases
She softly woos the sun and tuckes in the stars
Her night garmentis scatred with comets
so fiery and destructive yet so beautiful
Star dust and baby stars are a blanket for her
warming her cheeks
Slowly and mythodically her raotaions make beautiful music
softly without word or phrase she woos the sun's heart
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