Stealing

The Light

n a quiet night, There has stars that you like. On a quiet night, There has your favorite lamps. There' s such a person in the world at moment, Keeping thy light to thee, Telling you that you won't be alone at this time. Operming your arms and see, How fer into the future, Walking softly into the light. From your eyes, There may be a wonderful world, With a sincerely smile.

On a quiet night, There has stars that you like. On a quiet night, There has your &vorite lamps.

Pink Christmas

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1here was a slight smell mixed with the wet snow in the night, The holiday after Christmas Eve gave me peace, Let my light color heart so moved in reach. There was a little residual heat with their words of blessing, Pink as the holiday let us spend pink, The warm writing was full of spring on wine—green CARDS just like a smilling fece. Though the snow seemed to have a whimper, But as long as there was concern between people more than anything. The moment we hug made me feel, This was a. colorftd world given to us by the sages.

Mdiwv Forgetting your old self With silence in firmness. Find new breakthroughs, Finding new spots of light, Allow yourself to share the joy.

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