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Love story

The oldest love story is not between humans
It is about two heavenly body’s attached too the sky
Like all parents their love for children is immense
Without them we would all die

They take turns watching over them
Filling them with warmth and hope
Guiding them throughout their life
Filling them with love and light

The oldest love story is still ongoing
They are still watching over us
Even though they rule the opposites
They can still be seen on the same sky

I am miss moon, alone in the night
Ready to begin a love story of my own
But I need someone to fill the void
Will you be my Mr Sun?

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