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Perfect Night

Posted on by mariamichaela

wake them little stars up

open the windows towards the sun

face the palm trees and the meadows green

stretch towards the heavens high

the moon is prancing, dancing in the sky

the breeze softly comes by

clouds gather and race towards the horizon

slowly the temperature drops

as the cool wind arrives

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