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even the stars refuse to shine
i miss the nights i'd come outside, and the first thing out of my mouth would be "where is the moon" . .
i miss the nights he'd point to the moon before i even opened my mouth.
i miss the nights i'd come outside, and the first thing out of my mouth would be "where is the moon" . .
i miss the nights he'd point to the moon before i even opened my mouth.