'stars
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Everyone sees the same night sky a little differently. It’s been compared to gods and goddesses, a loved one or infinity, fear or beauty, some see it as just shiny thingys floating in the sky.
Oh how beautiful the sky is tonight.
How marvelous it is with it's soft light!
The stars are poking out of the inky blackness
And I wonder just how far from me they rest.
The moon, so full and round,
pen and paper
thoughts and quiet
go hand in hand.
with the worst of them all
the depths of the human mind,
the known details of mankind
She went out with a bucket on the roof
She caught a falling star and she put it in her pocket
She took a photo to keep it as proof
She tried not to let it fade away
She wanted to save it for a rainy day
