Laying here watching the stars.
Dreaming of a life much better than ours.
A picture painted so perfect.
Her presents is so momentous.
A past that made her diffident.
To me she's so significant.
With a soul so magnificent.
Making the others envious.
When greeted with true intimacy.
It makes her feel weak.
Inasmuch as the others were bleak
So when I say three words to you.
Know that what I am saying is true.
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