Dreaming
The moon shines bright in a sky full of lost stars
Cold evenings are dark driving in cars
My dreams are sweet sometimes, but
in my nightmares, I'm alone
I sleep until the monsters go home
When I wake I see beauty outside my window
I try mixing night with the sun to see if it could blend
It can't so this is the end.
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