'Why does the sun shines so bright
And i don't? '
Asked the gloomy moon
in a glum silent whisper,
When i was slept that good night,
Said I, 'O Dear! You don't shine so bright
'Cause you never see the goodness
with which the sun shines,
the love it showers.
O thou of great beauty,
Love the things you see or seem,
appreciate the things you think or dream,
And you will shine brighter than the Sun.'
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