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Somewhere Under The Stars

Somewhere under the stars,

Right when the moon is rising,

I let thoughts of my messy mind out,

And obviously there's lots of crying.

I don't what makes me shiver,

The sadness in my voice,

Or the cold air on the December night,

But, when I hear a voice calm,

Saying it'll be okay,

And to trust him,

I let out a little laugh,

For I know it too,

Just not how or when,

But something tells me,

The universe doesn't know that either.


Maybe not.


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