Every night, when the sun goes down,
she looks out with a furrowed brow
and watches as the sky goes red
and worries as she goes to bed
that come the morn, she may not wake,
that the night, her breath may take,
so before she surrenders to the night
she reminds herself it will be alright.
Noisy Pilgrims 
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Every night, when the sun goes down,
she looks out with a furrowed brow
and watches as the sky goes red
and worries as she goes to bed
that come the morn, she may not wake,
that the night, her breath may take,
so before she surrenders to the night
she reminds herself it will be alright.
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Love it! What amazing shot
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