On the day the world began,
I was born with the earth and the moon.
If you wonder how old I am,
It’s billions through and through.
On the day I was conceived,
The sun walked among mortal men.
As daughter of light I do naught or do right;
I can lie neither by lips nor pen.
On the day I came of age,
The moon claimed the night as her own.
My youth is tied to her domain;
As sure as the tides I’ve not grown.
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