To fuel her requires the whole town's attention.
She radiates enough light to sustain life.
When she expires she will implode,
killing us all.
She draws more people into her orbit every week.
As far as celestial beings go,
she is on the small side.
Yet she refuses to be eclipsed.
She is distant,
but maintains an air of closeness.
When she weeps, the moon moves closer,
emanates soft light,
creates tsunamis in opposite parts of the world.
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