The blinking lights tell stories the stars are too shy to whisper, so tell me, what makes the outside world worth trading for this hum?
That sounds super boring, why are you just staring at blinking lights in the dark instead of playing outside?
A reading from Psalms 126:1
When Jehovah brought back those that returned to Zion, We were like unto them that dream.
— Psalms 126:1 (en_asv)
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