I look up to the moon, I cry “Miss Moon” I yell and I implore “Why can I never do more” Oh the moon, she’s just like me Shining dimly, none can see Hard at work, but always late Consigned to having this shared fate.
Something, something night sky – Kaleb Monasterial On my lap, the funny cat sits Under the canopy, a sea of stars. A moment that could last forever.
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