I miss the moon, he is gone
I want to hold on to the moon and never let go
Its not cute, it's selfish, because if I hold the moon with me, others can't reach it.
The moon doesn't want it, the moon wants it's stars, the moon wants to make his stars happy.
I accept it but it hurts.
I miss the moon.
The moon comes and goes alawys, every day and that is fine.
Because you know the moon will come back, and you can trust that.
The moon loves his stars and shines bright with them,
But the sun loves the moon and she knows she can never reach him.
The sun died every night to let the one she loved shine.
And he did the same for her.
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