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Okay, I was just writing late one night and came up with this. Enjoy!

The Edge of Starlight
It’s late. Talk to me.
Tell me about the sunset, the crickets, the pale glow of fireflies. Tell me about the soft night air.
It’s late and I’m tired, but I don’t want to go to sleep just yet.
Talk to me.
Tell me a story. Anyone. Anywhere. Anywhen. Anything.
Tell me a good story.
Sing a song I can dream good dreams to, awake or sleeping.
Tell me the world sleeps while we sit here on the edge of starlight, wakeful, breathing in soft, dew-laden night breezes.
It’s late. Talk to me.

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