The moon asked him a question
In which the sun replied...
"Why are you staring at me?"
Said the moon.
"He's looking at me.
You just stole my light."
And sun took back her brightness
So he then tripped and fell
In the black of the night.
"Why can't you still look at me?"
Asked the Sun.
And he answered:
"You're just far too bright."
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 6:32 AM UTC
The moon asked him a question
In which the sun replied...
"Why are you staring at me?"
Said the moon.
"He's looking at me.
You just stole my light."
And sun took back her brightness
So he then tripped and fell
In the black of the night.
"Why can't you still look at me?"
Asked the Sun.
And he answered:
"You're just far too bright."
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