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Jun 2013
The night falls over the insignificant town
And the houses begin to shut down
Night stories are being told
With a puffy pillow to hold

The other side of the town has no night
And the houses are never shut
Children hear no stories
And sleep with a thousand worries
Written by
Zoilo
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