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I sometimes think;
If moon and sun were one blood
I consider how sweet it could've be,
I look on how they tread beyond the skies
And when one is perched how he does his work,
The natural-light they bring when we need them the most;
The meaning of life they bring;
I suppose they're twins
The majesty work they bring upon;
The cosy feeling they have upon;
Its what help us to see life begins ever and new,
And be able to see the boundary of days; come and go,
When one gets tired, one...