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She stood there in the moonlight,
Smiling like the stars
Had given her a sky to keep
And dream of lo and far.

“Shooting stars, hear my epiphany
That I’ll never see you die,
Under this blue moon I’ll keep you safe,
And the world’ll know you’re mine.
You’ll burn on like the mills of June,
Where we sing on eternal,
Like bright red suns for all to see,
Our own perfect inferno.”

She would not sleep, she would not drink
To pause the angel’s watch,
And by day she died, by night alive
Her life the galaxy bought.

Weak sang her voice, and day to day
She found she could not rise:
And although marooned to this earth,
She still saw the skies.

“Shooting stars, hear my prayers
For I am soon to die,
Under this full moon you’ll keep me safe,
And the world’ll know you’re mine.
You’ll burn on like the mills of June,
Where we sing on eternal,
Like bright gold suns for all to see
Our glorious inferno.”




She passed on through the night,
And the world shook with the loss,
A seraph had fallen from our gasp,
And darkness had been crossed.

But no one cried the tears I wept,
None cursed the gods like I,
For all this time, I had been in love
With the girl in love with the skies.

“Shooting stars, hear my calls
Into empty fields of sky,
Under blue moons you’ve kept from me,
A love that should have been mine.
My sorrow burns on like the mills of June,
Singing on forever,
For she did not know I loved her so,
And now it will be never.”




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