For all her vanity, the world is the most beautiful place I know. As I depart for my dreams with the sky a weeping shade of orange and yellow in the horizon, and the wind whispering softly to me, my head is held aloft and my heart is at ease. Birds chirp, and my soul ascends into a symphony. My drowsiness is a most pleasant death, a chord of colours and whispers, my love for the world and all its people, my love of my life – my beautiful world. This is my kiss goodnight to you, though vain you may be.

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