Lady Moon

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Down, sets the sun,
Rolling off the fiery sky
With a burning blaze of flame,
Soon set to sleep.

The moon gliding on,
Whistling through the heavenly aisle,
As she glows out from the dark,
Her time alas has come.
∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek
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