Contemn the Moon

No mere mirror holds my heart, but
true light I will seek;
even in this o'ercast night my
hope shall not be weak:

I seek sun that seeks to find
the figures here, the dust beneath
its rays, who choose to rather die than live
and fail the sun to seek.



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