lay with me in the cresent of the moon
beneath a blanket made of stars
the silence almost forms a tune
and that blue planet seems so far
the moon just like a large stone tower
our bodies tangled like ancient vines
here, as we watch the meteors shower
let your skin blend itself with mine
beneath a blanket made of stars
the silence almost forms a tune
and that blue planet seems so far
the moon just like a large stone tower
our bodies tangled like ancient vines
here, as we watch the meteors shower
let your skin blend itself with mine
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