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The Moon hung in the sky, The goddess of the Night, Her midnight flight, Her silver light The Dawn is her daughter, Who brings forth the Morning, And perishes in the act, The inevitable fact The Morning grew up, And it was soon, He’d become a man, He’d become the Noon. The Noon shone bright, Watched over by the Sun, But there’d be a fight, Between the darkness and the light The Dusk stormed in, The Son of the Moon, The Brother of the Dawn, The Destroyer of the Noon The Noon stood up, He put up a fight, But the Dusk was strong, He put out the light And so it was once again Night, And the Stars dusted the