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Sun and moon
I wonder what would happen
 if I took the sun away.
 Would the moon light up,
 or just go away?
 
 Would its tears
 fill up the ocean?
 Would it make me
 drink a potion?
 
 With out the sun
 the moon would freeze-
 freeze colder then
 Alaska Breeze.
 
 The sun would cry,
 and melt away
 everything we
 try to save.
 
 All night long
 and through the day,
 their words would be enough to say,
 
 “give her back,
 take her away,
 We didn't want her anyway”
 
 So off she'll go
 to a distant place,
 way beyond 
 time and space.
 
 The frozen moon
 would be UN-thawed.
 Then drift off
 to a distant pod.
 
 And sit and wait
 for years to come
 thinking, 
 he'll only be missed by some.
 
 He'll wait for her,
 she'll wait for him,
 never will they meet again.
 
 But, in this sad and derious  tale,
 cames true love
 to sale.
 
 The sun
 found a moon,
 who,
 hadn't frozen up too soon.
 
 He lite right up
 all bright and new.
 But, here on earth
 we knew.
 
 She'd never forget-
 forget the other moon.
 No, 
 she wont forget him soon
 
 the sun grew old,
 and so did moon.
 Their baby sun
 will be back soon.
 
 She went up close,
 and melted away
 the ice, 
 to see what lay.
 
 Deep within
 she saw afar
 and said
 “this is no star
 
 it was the moon,
  all dull and gray.
 As she turned,
 she heard him say.
 
 “is she happy?
 Is it true?
 Did she have you?”
 
 as she nodded
 his dry lips smiled .
 “good” said the moon
 she now dust had piled.
 
 Sun told mother
 who froze the moon.
 And hoped never to feel the pain
 until another noon.

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