I: Luna

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Luna, shrouded in veils of darkest night,
Yet her luminance shall return, burning bright.
In her depths, a fierce resolve takes flight,
Seeking the light she craves, with all her might.

Oh Luna, steadfast in your celestial glide,
I've watched you weep, tears the stars confide,
Brushing them away, my love, I provide.
Oh Luna, beloved, my cherished guide.

May you never falter, tire, or wane,
As you grace our skies, again and again,
Whispering through darkness, a celestial refrain,
'I'll pursue my dreams, despite the pain.

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