Night, a friend;
So many stars to befriend.
Grow deeper, these bonds;
With its bright light when,
The moon too absconds.
Day, but a pretender;
True feelings are real slender.
Harsher feels, this truth;
Gone are the days when,
Of your seemingly short youth.
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