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Man On The Moon

  • DW
  • May 16, 2017
  • 1 min read

For he was the man on the moon

and I was the star -

who couldn’t seem to shine bright enough

for his eyes to see.

but the moon herself,

who doesn’t actually shine -

he admired most.

 
 
 

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