At the end of everyday he dies
To keep me alive,
So that through the skies
I would shine and thrive.
We never meet,
We never touch,
This is our fate - until
The earth would perish.
He is a fire ball of ardor,
I'm a voracious cold satellite;
We will never kiss each other,
This is how we're predestined.
- The sun and the moon.
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