And while I have never seen the stars connect to their loves,
I know it's still there.
Fireflies dancing on Summer winds
And
Trees crumpling with Winter's whip.
A Shepard with out sheep,
A blind man with a seeing heart.
Longing a love with no connection to my own,
Crumbling under the burden of the sky.
I know it's still there.
Fireflies dancing on Summer winds
And
Trees crumpling with Winter's whip.
A Shepard with out sheep,
A blind man with a seeing heart.
Longing a love with no connection to my own,
Crumbling under the burden of the sky.
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