When the nights came, we painted the skies
With stars and lit the moon bright.
While the world slept, we danced to the breeze
With grace and haughtiness.
When no one was watching,we tried to run away
Too bad I was pegged to a drying line
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 2:12 AM UTC
When the nights came, we painted the skies
With stars and lit the moon bright.
While the world slept, we danced to the breeze
With grace and haughtiness.
When no one was watching,we tried to run away
Too bad I was pegged to a drying line
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