In the stillness of the night, When the stars twinkle bright, There's one celestial being, That always leaves us in awe and singing. It's the moon, oh so grand, Loved by those who understand, Even when it's not a full round, It's beauty and glow can still astound. Who loves the sun, you may ask, Who cares how it shines, is the task, For some, it's just a ball of fire, But for others, it's a source of desire. The sun, a symbol of life, With its warmth and radiance so rife, It's always there to brighten our days, In countless and wondrous ways. Who cares if it's not there, A cloudy day, we may despair, But the sun will never leave our side, It's a constant, a dependable guide. And yet, we wonder why, It's always there, up in the sky, But that's the nature of life, Always brighter when there's strife. So let us embrace both, The sun and the moon, with utmost growth, For in their eternal dance, They bring balance and enhance. Who loves the s...
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