Beautiful Mess

When the Sun leaves the Sky,

we thought that the sky would cry,

When the Moon replaced the Sun,

we thought that the love was gone,

But look how things turned out,

be still My Dear, don’t make a sound,

First, blue turned pink, then the stars appeared,

then it stayed with the Moon without even a blink,


Isn’t this such a beautiful mess?

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