Holy mother, saving grace, your beauty knows no bounds. I stare at you from far away, praying that you will come my way. But the Earth has claimed you as their own, and I cannot go to you. So I shall stay, just far away, so that I can still see your beauty. And maybe on that one fateful day, when the sun shines or the moon gleams. You'll leave and find me here waiting for you. And together we'll be happy at last. Free.
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