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Shades of Sky

Joe Brooks

Out of all the fallen stars,
So hard to tell which one is ours
And never the biggest or the brightest
Not the strongest but the finest
The light that sparkles till its dawn
We sit and watch them dim on till the stars fall

And now you may not read the signs
I swear the rain does hypnotize,
But in the mirrors on the ground
Reflect the mood not the sounds
Hidden in different shades in the sky,
We watch the stars fall