Darkness only the moon I can see;
Asked, whom do you love then hides,
The moon's moon? wondered, could be
Your moon she, and my light is her pride's? !
Angrily he left hiding behind clouds of black,
Which soon cried over his tragic state;
And drops of tears falling me is taken aback!
Why should cry why shouldn't appreciate?
To find his soul and his beauty's source,
Which he soon must feel of happy and proud.
Like kings when feel God's kingly fair course
Be not angry as him do worship the crowd.
To make no angry of Him, show always your smile
It makes him brighter, feels himself worthwhile
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