when the horizon meets with the painted blaze everlasting and breathtaking. when it slowly, falls asleep awakening a new child to sing a lullabye and gathers its listeners by millions with lights in their eyes. when its eyes close for good and all you can see is the back of its eyelids, dark, blind, yet illuminating. when it outsretches its arms for miles and miles to hug its land one last time. then goodnight, my dear. sweet dreams.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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