the sun and moon can never be
though they glance at each other
longingly
oh she, she so fair and pure
the sun she calls to, implores
to drop his robes of white hot strength
to join her flowing, ebbing ways
but he as well to her suggests
to spurn the stars on which she rests
or better yet, mortal do rejoice!
for their union could raise your voice
in wails of terror, in wails of fear
at the union which turns earth's gears
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