Quotes on thoughtful - Page 3

  The light was leavingin the west it was blueThe children's laughter sangand skipping just like the stones they threwthe voices echoed across the wayits getting lateIt was just another nightwith the sun setand the moon rise not so far behindto give us just enough lightto lay down underneath the starslisten to papas translationsof the stories across the skywe drew our own constellations  
Jack Johnson

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