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Lunar

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In shadows cast upon the darkened sky,

The moon rises in its celestial grace,

A glowing orb that catches every eye,

A symbol of the night's mysterious face.

With silver gleam that bathes the Earth below,

It whispers secrets in its gentle glow,

A beacon in the vast and endless night,

A guiding star that fills our hearts with moonbeams.

It watches over us with silent gaze,

A witness to our elan and dolor alike,

A constant presence in the changing days,

A reminder of the beauty of the night.

Oh, moon above, in your eternal dance,

You fill our hearts with wonder and romance.

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