nibblas

When I was a little boy, it seemed to me that there were many moons. My grandmother had a moon and my cousin had one too. We had a moon over our backyard, and my best friend had moonlight in hiss bedroom. Especially when his mother told us ghost stories at night. When we visited our relatives I wasn't surprised to discover their moon. Then one night as we returned from our trip. I watched out of the car's back window and saw the moon follow us home. Their moon was our moon... There was just one moon
Now the sky seems so empty

Ursäkta min engelska var tvungen att se om det fortfarande fanns kvar bakom skallbenet.