The light was leaving
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In the west it was blue
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The children's laughter sang
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And skipping just like the stones they threw
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The voices echoed across the way
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Its getting late
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It was just another night
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With the sun set
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And the moon rise not so far behind
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To give us just enough light
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To lay down underneath the stars
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Listen to papas translations
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Of the stories across the sky
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We drew our own constellations
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The west winds often last too long
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The wind may calm down
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Nothing ever feels the same
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Sheltered under the Kamani tree
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Waiting for the passing rain
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Clouds keep moving to uncover the scene
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Stars above are chasing the day away
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To find the stories that we sometimes need
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Listen close enough
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All else fades
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Fades away
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It was just another night
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With the sun set
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And the moon rise not so far behind
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To give us just enough light
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To lay down underneath the stars
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Listen to all the translations
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Of the stories across the sky
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We drew our own constellations
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Constellations
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| Jack Johnson |
