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She Is The Sun, I Am The Moon
When the day starts and the roosters crow
The sun comes out, that we all know
And with its warm and bright bueatifull glow
The animals rejoice, and the trees grow
When the day ends, and the sun starts to fade
A cold rock, comes out to light the shade
Its cold, and dark but yet it will glow
For the suns warm bueaty continues to flow
So the owls, and wolfs will continue to see
The survival of the fittest that make the weak flee
And as the moon falls, and the cycle restarts
The sun will continue to come out to warm hearts
And even the moon, which seems ...