Slowly sinking into the hour that marks your tomb
soon your weight on this world will shine and loom
the awful howl of the dark divine,
I always yearned for the day to call you mine
With the shape of your lunar eclipse and rocky lands
my rays shine brightest in the home of sand
destroying and breaking the pure lives of which
figured they set foot without your pitch
Too soon my love for our power won't conquer together
I long for your figure of gentlest feather
I am the sun and you are my moon
please don't leave me all too soon
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