Have I ever told you
How jealous I am of the Sun
For she can pull you into her hug
And shower you with little kisses?
Or
How jealous I am of the Wind
For she can sing to you her sweet words
And whispers lovingly in your ears?
Or
How jealous I am of the Moon
For she can listen to your worries
And be with you in the darkest hour?
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