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// Fit the Eighth: Lunar Republic 
// Story: Luna's Bassoon 
// by Pineta 
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The city was quiet and still.
Silenced at Celestia’s will.
All terribly sad
As the princess had 
Exiled every musical skill.

While on lunar soil uncharted
A musical party had started.
There were smiles and glee
In the penal colony.
Luna felt much less downhearted.

For the moon was easy to bear
With all of her friends also there.
They all took their chance,
Made music and dance,
Played and sang, Au clair de la terre.

There was first a short-lived despair
For SOUND CAN’T BE HEARD WITHOUT AIR.
But to fix this trouble,
They magicked a bubble,
And filled it with gas with great care.

Luna crafted this crystalline state,
Where music could now propagate.
It fulfilled their need,
And each pony agreed
The acoustics were simply first rate.

Playing in the light of the Earth
The rebels felt their full worth.
With many a tune
They lauded the moon
At the Lunar Republic’s birth.

Canterlot was quiet instead.
In the library Twilight sat and read.
While unhappiness grew,
Ponies had to made do.
Celestia just stayed in bed.

For a while this quiet endured.
But soon their release was secured.
They would be called back
To fight an attack,
As a new twist of fate occurred.