Singing Moon

At night when light is fast asleep
the moon will weep.
Its friend, the sun,
just steals the fun.

Don't cry dear moon, all will be fine -
no need to pine,
you'll feel the kiss
of song and bliss.

The sun will rise with tired eyes,
to it's surprise 
the nights cold stings
but moon now sings.

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