Lady of the Moon 🌙

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She always looked up in the night sky.
She looked at the stars and the moon.
She sat there for hours and just looked at them.

The Nightsky always was somehow mysterious for her.
It was her favourite time of the day when everything was quiet and she had time to think.

But she would wait for a lover that would dance with her in the dark.
A lover that would go stargazing with her.
A lover who would love her just as much as she loved the moon.

But in the end of the night she would be alone.
Because nobody could ever love her like the moon does.

(Because) She was the Lady of the Moon.





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