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They spoke to me of longing,
longing to share the space your form occupies,
So I give you the stars my moon,
in knowing beauty belongs together.
Your solitary charm provides nourishment
to their dismal atmosphere,
your white glow unraveling all.
You converse about the sensual night,
although, the title belongs to you.
Replenish this fog of tasteless mortals,
and cast heavenly dreams to the world with your glamor.