Milk flows from the moon like honey from the sun

Each with a man and his queen

One burns hot the other cold

With a little world in between

Who is it that turns this tiny spot?

In a galaxy too vast to explain.

We soon shall hear, others will see

Don’t let your choice be in vain.

For when time is empty and

those firm aren’t restrained

You’ll tremble at the noise in this plain.

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