The rain wet my guitar
The rain wet my guitar

The rain wet my guitar

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The moon was actually a large piece of stone that had no light of its own, it was borrowed from a much larger, hot star. Taeil even thought himself worthy of being compared to the natural satellite, because he himself had no light.
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"Moons can have moons and they are called moonmoons" - NewScientist

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