The moon it shines a silver blade.
Of light the golden sun is made.
No life exists without the light.
No rest occurs without the night.
A flame it burns with yellow heat.
Water soothes-- blue, icy, sweet.
Opposites make one, I'm told.
I am silver; you are gold.
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