Out in the sun,
Oh how the light torments my skin
How the night provides shelter,
The moon beckoning with a solemn grin

For the sun judges
Its harsh rays keeping me at bay
Whilst the moon accepts and beckons me,
Where I find soft solitude in shades of grey

The night's desaturated glow,
I find it ever so welcoming
I requite the moon with serenades from below,
With gentle melodies of soft solitude in shades of grey

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