Ancient Moon
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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You hang above the world,
a pale witness to centuries.
Mountains have crumbled,
oceans have risen,
yet you remain.
Your face,
scarred by the silence of time,
watches without judgment.
You have no voice,
but your light whispers secrets
to those who dare to look.
Ancient moon,
you are not ours,
but we are yours,
held in the pull of your quiet gaze,
forever turning beneath you.
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