When the moon is away...
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I always look up in the sky
and smile and talk to the star
until my eyes began to cry.
Mom, I know that you're up high.
and smile and talk to the star
until my eyes began to cry.
Mom, I know that you're up high.
The big, bright stars up there
that seem to cling to each other
could be my two brothers,
my father and my mother.
that seem to cling to each other
could be my two brothers,
my father and my mother.
Weeween Reyes 2019
Photo credits to the owner
Photo credits to the owner
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