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// I Have Thee Not, and Yet I See Thee Still 
// Story: Perchance to Dream 
// by Visharo 
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The Lone Sun looked upon the new land.
Equestria was its name, much was planned. 
For her rule, it started with a calamity.
For her and her sister, there was no amity.

The Fallen Moon looked upon the new land.
The Moon Corpse was its name, a station she once manned.
Banished for love she deserved,
her sister attacked, her adoration preserved.

The Lone Sun looked up, to her sorrow.
It haunts her, every morrow. 
It was agony, seeing her glory defiled.
But today, like every day, she entered and smiled.

The Fallen Moon looked down, to her rage.
Trapped in her once body, now a cage.
It was agony, seeing everything ripped.
1000 years, then she's out of this crypt.