The clouds dance lazily across the moon Why does the morning rush to me so soon The darkness embraces me with love and affection I yearn for dusk to bring the evening's resurrection I swoon in the moonbeam, mind crystal clear I have waited all day for my moon to reappear I absorb the enveloping black, becoming all but one I vehemently deny being a daughter of the sun
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rob
combination you used.