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Jul 2013
I sprawl out my back
On the deck underneath
The sky that is lit
Like a halo or wreath

Every star that appears as the time passes by
Flickers with fancy when it came to its end
And as I dream with my head towards the sky
I realize I'm nothing but a adolescent young guy

I say that I'm old
And I say that I'm smart
But look what they told
The stars far apart

"You may see them now "my grandpa would say
But you only see their yesterday

I never quite knew the words that he said
But now I know, the light is already dead

And I may be small
And I may not be smart
But I know that my life
Down here is quite sparse  

So ill shine down my love to every good soul
And good faith that I carry until I get old
But I'll never be smarter than the light that's up there
I don't wont to loose them, I just couldn't bare
Adam Schwab
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Adam Schwab  Springfield, MO
(Springfield, MO)   
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