The night sky speaks nothing, but beauty;
In a country setting where the night sky is euphoric and soothing.
Trillions of stars shine from light years away.
My body may leave, but here my soul will stay.
Under the brightness of the moon.
Under the shooting stars in the sky.
Tranquility so delightful,
I don't want to say goodbye.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
The night sky speaks nothing, but beauty;
In a country setting where the night sky is euphoric and soothing.
Trillions of stars shine from light years away.
My body may leave, but here my soul will stay.
Under the brightness of the moon.
Under the shooting stars in the sky.
Tranquility so delightful,
I don't want to say goodbye.
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