Figures on the moon., by lance
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I used to stay up late
and gaze at the stars
i wondered how something
can sparkle away so far
so many lights show the way
home when im under the stars
im never alone
shooting stars gleam across the
sky carelessly turning a bright
beam of light a show to an observer
of tranquility and peace so now i
feel at ease
when its my time i want to be a star
i hope you too will gaze upon me from
afar make a wish ill make it come true
because im shining bright just for you. |
Posted: 2011-11-01 20:13:16 UTC |
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2011-11-13 19:26:26 | eleanor maslen |
nawrr you missed me? ps. I actually really like this one |