And I get it now. It's dark and lonely and cold, but you come and you make it warm and suddenly, I'm not so lonely anymore. And I get it; I'm like the moon. But you, you're always the sun. You're my sun. And I love you for it.
"When the moon fell in the love with the sun, all was golden in the sky. All was golden when the day met the night."
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