| The light was leaving, in the west it was blue
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| The children’s laughter sang
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| Skipping just like the stones they threw
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| The voices echoed across the way
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| It’s 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, 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 |