The night owls continue to fight
Because they are the only dreamers of the moonlight
And every idea comes from their dreams
So why does a night owl think?
That's so they can dream.
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The last love of the butterflies
PoetryThe last heart was of us and down the road I hoped a forever would come and being able to stay in the city where the love was started was like a dream that melted my heart.
Out of the sun and into the moonlight
The night owls continue to fight
Because they are the only dreamers of the moonlight
And every idea comes from their dreams
So why does a night owl think?
That's so they can dream.
