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Beautiful Moon has control from above
Turning vast young Ocean every which way
A faraway freedom is undreamed of
Moon's utter command, he must obey
Much like Ocean, Moon too, she is a slave
Forced to forever walk Earth's winding path.
Moon will never have the freedom she craves
As she can not break Earth's tenacious grasp
At the top, sitting on her golden throne
Sun, sadistic throughout, scoffs at the rest
She hears Earth, Moon, and Ocean's woeful moans
But vilely chooses to keep them repressed
This sour succession we all should avert
It is the key to detriment and hurt
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