Constellations

Goodnight, thank you dear I can't sleep again Got your words in my head on repeat again Looking up at familiar constellations on my ceiling Maybe it's sad that I know them by heart Wake up, by myself...
The light was leaving in the west it was blue The children’s laughter sang Skipping just like the stones they threw Their voices echoed across the waves It’s getting late It was just another night...
Good evening, good evening, good evening, good evening, good evening, and welcome to QI, for another thoughtful rummage through the great laundry basket of life. Who knows what mismatched and shrunken...

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