the listless sky speaks in riddles
, i swear i hear it, says the boy
the meteors are dancing, while the satellites are prancing
all around my starry heart
AND
if for a moment
you don't speak, i will let you listen to the lulling sound
of the falling down of shooting stars across my skies
you will dance upon my shoulder, for my arms shall surely
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& i've decided to stop
& tell you that this is lovely.
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