Our horizon sinks and pinhole lights
of stars begin to gleam
languidly i stand waiting for the moon
I smile a fragile smile and think
now this must be my time
A perfect balance between worlds
between lightness and the darkness.
of stars begin to gleam
languidly i stand waiting for the moon
I smile a fragile smile and think
now this must be my time
A perfect balance between worlds
between lightness and the darkness.
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