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She draws the stars Late into the night Standing in an open field Soaking in their light The beauty that they cast Helps her pen to glide When she's finished drawing Is when she takes to flight She draws the stars Colors them by numbers Throws away all diagrams Prefers the use of different colors Gives them all the oddest names One after another The furthest ones away Names them after her ex-lovers She draws the stars Then gives her drawings away To those she meets on the street She feels needs a brighter day She gives away the ones she loves The rest she likes to save Pastes them on her walls In the galaxy she's made
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Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
She draws the stars
She draws the stars Late into the night Standing in an open field Soaking in their light The beauty that they cast Helps her pen to glide When she's finished drawing Is when she takes to flight She draws the stars Colors them by numbers Throws away all diagrams Prefers the use of different colors Gives them all the oddest names One after another The furthest ones away Names them after her ex-lovers She draws the stars Then gives her drawings away To those she meets on the street She feels needs a brighter day She gives away the ones she loves The rest she likes to save Pastes them on her walls In the galaxy she's made
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Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
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