Shine on, Beautiful Woman

You go girl, You are Awesome

Listen to the night sky; the mockingbird always sings you my lullaby.

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to. 
You see, there are no pretty pink flowers in the woods at night.




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