She once had a friend , the Sun- proud, fiery and fierce;
His integrity, he hadn't let anybody pierce.
The other, the Moon- gentle, calm, a reassurance radiant;
In the language of quiet courage, she was downright fluent.
On the good days, together, they were a joyous treat to the watching eye;
On the bad days though, they never failed to adorn her cloudy sky.
They picked her up together, when she was fallen, defeated by vice;
Together, they made her sky look like a part of paradise !

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