Of a clear lunar day;
far off to the east,
a silver linning appeared
to the cloudless sky.
In the dearing throbing heat,
a galaxy of five stars
were with the mother moon.
As the minute eclipse encroached
within the mighty of the sun,
the moon became bold
to light a world
that the sun had been a disgrace.
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