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Aug 2016
Oh, how I worship the dark skies full of stars
Celestial beings that look down on us
They shine the brightest light for us to traverse through the paths we can see no more
They are our helping hand when all else is gone
And the moon, our lonely satellite
It follows our every step
Making sure we don't fall into complete darkness
The night is the time when I feel most alive
In it I cry
In it I laugh
In it I feel
In it I die and am born again
Night after night I am
I can't stop staring into the night
She is my comfort
She is my peace
She is my happiness and my tears
She is as much of me as I am of her
And when she's gone I miss her
I can't be in the light of day
It burns me so, and I crave the night
The night is my friend
The night is my love
The night is my all
Krusty Aranda
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