The Last

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Some day,your smile will be as broad as the road to space

The wind will howl through your ears, and blow over the gentle slope of your nose

The sun will smile and shine it's rays over your head, and burn your shoulders a little too harsh 

Either you'll blabber

Or you'll stay in your corner as always and stare through space.

No one will know it

No one will day dream about it 

It'll be your last, and no one will know it.

You'll be gone by morning, just like a night star

Only you won't shine ever again, except in your new home,new world!


#EnjoyTheDark 

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