Her Galaxy
She has a colorful collection of shooting stars
In a box underneath her bed
Pulling them out in the middle of night
Letting there wonder fill her head
As they playfully bounce off the walls
She's the center of her galaxy
Until from down the hall she hears her mother call out
She quickly packs them away and drifts off to sleep
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