Is what you are to me
Throughout the seasons of my life
And of my life to be.
When I was young, you were the sun
And by your warmth and light
I learned to live and grow full strong
And hold myself aright.
Now you are the moon
Still shining on, but more subdued
Though I need only turn and look
To have my strength renewed.
One day you shall finally be
A glimmer from on high
The distant northstar glowing ever
In my memory’s eye.
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