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While I sit by the window, Looking out into the night,
I think
what a beautiful moon, And what a beautiful night.
I have four candles lit, And I look at them as I sit,
They remind
me of my family, And how we used to sit.
We would sit there in the dinning room, And just talk about our day.
It
would get quiet every now and then, And then we would just get up.
My brother to his room, My dad to his TV,
My
mom to her computer, And little ol' me.
I'm nine years from my brother, and I'm the youngest in our family.
Some
might say it's torture, but not for me.
I like my family, for it's them who take care of me.
But really in my heart,
It's God who carries me.
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