The night out of sight, the Moon is bright.
Engrained with faith, that Sun that ignites.
Too cold, we live, the kryptonite that bites.
Too warm, we wash, we use, we right.
Too much, he assumes, his life is done.
The one with the Bun, she only wants to have fun.
The gun that smokes, it hits our lungs.
Uptight, we rhyme, the Moon then reflects the Sun.
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