counting nineteen stars and who cares for no one even knows the song that no one hears and wondering if that is why i gave up singing or did the words simply lose their meaning as the people went away and the sharing stopped so suddenly again and again and all we can say is give peace a chance... stay awake stay awake tonight because the work clothes are in the washer and they will wrinkle badly if left there until morning and come morning there will be no clean clothes for work so how can you get your pudding if you don't eat your meat, after all... it's a small world, i know... push push push world as sleep calls as much from sugar coma as sadness and fatigue and the whole of the moon but the chocolate ganache cake was oh so good and it fends off the blackened blues and i do appreciate you being 'round, cha cha cha...
would you like to swing on a star?...
narf :}
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