Sun, Moon,
It shines all day, but
It shrinks every day.
One day, it will be called the white dwarf
What is it now?
I am called the SUN!!!
Its known everywhere,
Like the morning light; a lady of peace.
It casts light but not its own.
What is the she of ‘peace’?
I am the MOON!!!
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