wishing accomplishes nothing
It’s no use wishing on the moon - beware that nearly untouchable beauty. She has a dark side and will desert you when when the fickle twirling earth spins night into morning. It’s no good wishing on the stars: those illusions are a million years gone. Stars die like us. They own no magic and will fade as the morning blossoms upon the night. Ancients wished on the treasonous sun, that fabricator of warmth - not compassion. Although it brings the new day, it can do little else
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