Whispers

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Just a girl sitting out late under the moon and stars.

I whisper to the wind and it carries my wishes to the sky.

It sighs with sorrow for the tears I have cried.

The moon looks on so wise, emperor of the night.

The stars shine bright with my wishes.

Giving off a comforting glow.

The night so still, even though is knows every secret whispered to the wind.

How I wish I could soar like the fireflies.

Float away like a dandelion.

Be free of worries and get lost in the night skies.

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