Can a flower bloom without the sun?
Can the rain fall without its touch?
Can the moon glow without its shine?
The sun-so strong, so bright, so much.
Yet, my heart still finds the moon, Soft and quiet, lighting the night. Far, yet it reaches me, With a glow that feels just right.
It holds the stars, a gentle dream, A beauty wrapped in silver light. And though the sun makes it shine, I'll always love the moon at night.

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