The star are out They shine high and bright Reality has no way That is right Freedom, fantasy and flight Are all a part of my good night.... Speaketh not of myself But of the way That I live and breathe In each beautiful day Every flower in my world Follows natures way And I know also needs to grow With each passing day And even a cactus That grows in the suns ray Has a purpose and reason For being this way.... And I just changed my dress And it was wet and wild Walken out in the rain
dark and alone........
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