The stars stop by for a drink
Light from the moon, the river and sink.
The lapping water is close to us
With thousands of waves,
It knows it’s us.
This picturesque investment
Manifested itself on an A320 commercial plane.
I’m going home now, but it won’t be the same.
I’m too young to grow this way,
But this runway is a Lite Brite,
And these bright lights dance and glow.
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