Why shouldn't they adore me? Is it not within my right?
I will not be overshadowed, mine is not the lesser light.
The sun may plead and threaten, the moon will stand her ground.
See, the moon is rising. She has come to claim the heavens for her own.
And all will know the wonders of my dark and jeweld sky.
So say goodnight at this, the final setting of the sun.
Tomorrow dawns in darkness. The nighttime has begun!
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