It’s a delight.
Just to write.
I know it’s right.
Cause I feel outta sight.
It’s night.
And the moon is bright.
I think I’ll be a kite.
And fly into the night.
So don’t fight.
Be the light.
You’re always write.
Except when you’re right.
So soar to new heights.
And you’ll feel no fright.
Love with all your might.
The feeling will not be contrite.


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