You have put in
so much of trust,
when I am
made of lunar dust.
My source of light
comes from the Sun,
Ode for whom,
you have written none.
I only revolve
around the Earth,
How do I then evoke
in you such mirth?
Distant as I am
in the space,
Why have you
bestowed on me this praise?
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