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the man on the moon.

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MisfitableGrae

Published: Aug 26, 2012

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_{^tonight
the sky is overcast, and it tells me
That if I want to make my stupid wishes,
I'd better come back at a better time.

^tonight
the clouds are being overprotective
And covering the moon with their hair so
Us humans cannot see her cry.

^tonight
there is no wind to blow our
American flags, and if I close my eyes,
I think I could imagine myself there.

^tonight
I think I can see his steps treading
On the face of the man in the moon,
The steps that will stay longer than the man did.

^tonight
I flip through the pages of my history book,
And watch the night out of my window
As I read the same name over and over again,

"this is one small step for man; one giant leap for mankind."

^tonight
the moon mourns the loss of
the first man to touch her.}

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_{RIP Neil Armstrong
tonight i mourn the man
who had the courage to break the sky's limit,
and never stopped encouraging us to do the same.

of course he wasn't as social afterwards. After seeing what he saw, why would anyone ever want to come back down?

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"Don't tell me the sky's the limit when there are footsteps on the moon!"}