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Mum told me a story Before I went to bed That I will remember ‘Till my day of death It’s about a girl So careful and sweet Walking towards home Through some poorly streets She saw a little girl Being way too cold So she gave the little girl Her big warm coat Then she saw a boy That broke her heart ‘Cause he was so cold She gave him her scarf She gave away Her socks and sweats Until she had only Her underwear left Looking at the stars While softly singing She heard the 12 o’Clock bells ringing The stars began falling Golden stars on her feet ‘Cause this selfless little girl Was also in need With these gold stars She bought new clothes And gave them away Like she did before The stars kept fallin’ Every single day And ‘till her death She kept giving away Now up in the sky She shines bright As she falls down Every night With her falling comes a purpose Falling is part of the universe, it’s okay
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
Falling
Mum told me a story Before I went to bed That I will remember ‘Till my day of death It’s about a girl So careful and sweet Walking towards home Through some poorly streets She saw a little girl Being way too cold So she gave the little girl Her big warm coat Then she saw a boy That broke her heart ‘Cause he was so cold She gave him her scarf She gave away Her socks and sweats Until she had only Her underwear left Looking at the stars While softly singing She heard the 12 o’Clock bells ringing The stars began falling Golden stars on her feet ‘Cause this selfless little girl Was also in need With these gold stars She bought new clothes And gave them away Like she did before The stars kept fallin’ Every single day And ‘till her death She kept giving away Now up in the sky She shines bright As she falls down Every night With her falling comes a purpose Falling is part of the universe, it’s okay
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
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