Sat on heaven's clouded floor, I never thought that I'd be sure, Looking into the night sky All the shooting stars pass me by. Velvet strings wrap me up tight, Destined to see the falling light. One thing’s sure; I'll never leave, The stars, the moon, the soft night breeze. I’m falling on the four spades, I'm up your sleeve, where dreams are made. Your three sided coin spins from your hand, Lands soft upon the gold dust sand. She shuts her eyes and holds out her palm, Blows laughing kisses to keep me calm. The moonlight shimmers on her face, Her lips so apple, I need to taste. I've had enough, and still want more, When the sky's dark blue, I know I'm sure. My dreams catch the breeze and sail up high. And easy wind to blow them by. The stars shine up high so bright, That only I can feel their light. Shapeless clouds start to tease, As the shapes are moved in the breeze. A tree lights up and shows me shade, This tree has me; it's where I'm made Sitting up high, this tree is manned, Watching over absent sand. Stardust falls on me just like a balm, The sky's so busy, but it's still calm. And as the paper unpeels, as thin wears the paste I'm always looking up, so I might get a taste.Birth sign: Aquarius
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