O familiar face,
gone is the sun that shines in his glorious fashion, but behold the moon.
The moon shifts her face from us every so often, yet she is there in the sky.
Such is my love for you—it may not always be present on my face, but it is forever in my heart.
gone is the sun that shines in his glorious fashion, but behold the moon.
The moon shifts her face from us every so often, yet she is there in the sky.
Such is my love for you—it may not always be present on my face, but it is forever in my heart.
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