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He Gave Me Moon

He gave me Moon.
What is Moon to Desert Isle?
Deplete of dew along Arid’s mile.

He gave me Wind.
What is Wind to Winter’s face?
Numb of every sense’s grace.

He gave me Sky.
What is Sky to wingless Mole?
Blind to Light, imprisoned to Soil.

He gave me Sea.
What is Sea to blackened Rock?
When all seek Shell with colored spot.

What good is Love to Love’s lover Life?
When nothing Love gives compares to himself?

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