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Luna II
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2020-12-11
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born from mother
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bourne out from mother
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expelled from warm womb
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into the arms of an icy tomb
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Luna, what I wouldn't do
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for just one more day with you
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knot our fingers
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not that which lingers
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at the end of sunset
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expectations unmet
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you and I deserved eternity
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a world without end, boundless, free
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ceil my rib cage
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seal inside the rage
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that spills forth from every gash
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beckons me to do something rash
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I'll build what the gods couldn't give
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a life only ours to live
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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