untitled.A Poem by AshinnaThe songs of the world will play again Every night won't be the same But the stars that scatter across the sky, will be as they've always been Hung in a stance too enchanting to move. Free as a bird high in the sky There's nothing to stop the beauty escaping you A ray of happiness flings ever which way Glide towards me Your beautiful soul I'd like to witness
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