Goodnight.
Goodnight, sky.
Goodnight, stars.
Goodnight Jupiter, Venus,
Saturn and Mars.
Goodnight Earth,
but not goodbye.
Let your sweet symphony
be my lullaby.
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Matthew Kellam
I'm a boy, who writes what his mind tells him to. Or, at least what he thinks is his mind.
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