by janet

Sometimes I sit and wonder why God sprinkles stardust in the sky,
and why the moon with his happy face shines and shimmers upon the lake,
and why the clouds cry bursts of rain,
and why the sun shines bright again,
but then I guess, they wonder too,
why is me,
and why is you.

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