The mockingbirds had stopped singing.
The leaves fell silently on the morning dew.
The sun had stopped shining.
The stars weren't as bright as they once were.
I watched you leave
as the stars faded
and the sunlight no longer came through the curtains.
you could be happy.
I hope you are.
The mockingbirds still sing for you.
The leaves fall delicately on the morning dew grass.
The sun has shined brighter
and the stars are bright each night just for you.
You could be happy,
and I suppose you are.
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