the stars will pour out in waves of moonlight;

the stars will pour out in waves of moonlight;

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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