Oh, precious Moon, longing your charm,
I gaze at you for ages, the Night Bird wailed.
To be ablazed in you is what I'm destined,
whined the Moth to Flame.
My mighty Ocean, forsaking my existence,
I unite with you,cried the River.
My dusky Dusk, I die every night to let you breathe,
whispered the Sun.

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