When the moon wept, the world payed respect,
Draining its colours, hid and kept,
Earth put on its mask as in sadness did the moon bask,
Her brightness shadowed with webs of melancholy,
"Oh why, oh why, don't they adore me?"
Her crevices, her cracks filled with tears she could never take back,
And when the time comes that it's no longer bearable,
The world lends a crying shoulder

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