Under these tall trees I lay, The moon shining so bright and luminescent. Thoughts are running wildly, through my sorrow filled head. When along comes a thought of you making my face shine bright, as a big glowing star of night. For I dream of the day when these thoughts will come true. For then I will be in your arms, and all my thoughts of you will last for an eternity.Birth sign: Not entered
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