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Peaking round in darkened sky

He keeps himself obscured, but why?

Hanging so freely, in the night

Yet only shares his partial light

Enough to let you see him there

Enough to know he’s quite aware

That on his deepest, darkest side

Are secrets kept, those which he hides

Away from the sun, they’re never seen

Sharing only the glow of his golden citrine

Allowing him to linger, in color, so grand

A light in the sky, the heavens high command


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