After Hours
When the sun makes the hills its grave
And the moon comes out to play
I sit and reflect on what happened that day
That week
Or even that year
Then the clouds sweep me up
And wipe my tears
I jump on the sky
And swing from the stars
I pull on the moon
And dance on mars
And it is every night
When I’m feeling sad
That the sky reminds me that it’s not so bad.
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