Fury of the sun:
O’ beautiful beloved
Meanest of the mean
Dare you shine on my doom!
Baffled by the shameless smile
With fury I am wild
When in deep slumber I lie
I know you are sure to cry.
Lament of the moon:
Forgive me love’
Your fury I justify
Crestfallen & petrified
With your fate destined.
Through all the agony
I hold to rise all with pride
For the coolness of the night
They all rest with delight
Throughout the day by you
Hard have they toiled.
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