As the sun goes down
And the moon rises up,
The sky is a sea of colors
That could inspire anyone.
Grab some brushes
And paint me a happy story
Cause my last one burned to ashes
But ours could be glory.
Hurry up now,
I start to see the moon
And you know I don’t like night time
Cause it gets lonely too soon.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 2:58 AM UTC
As the sun goes down
And the moon rises up,
The sky is a sea of colors
That could inspire anyone.
Grab some brushes
And paint me a happy story
Cause my last one burned to ashes
But ours could be glory.
Hurry up now,
I start to see the moon
And you know I don’t like night time
Cause it gets lonely too soon.
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