Starry Night


If upon a starry night we meet, and the whispering wind bestows its fleet. Hold on to me, hold on to me.

Let the army of diamonds in the sky, shine bright and steady until they die. Hold on to me, hold on to me.

And let the crying moon light our way with her tears that turn her surface gray. Hold on to me, hold on to me.

With the perfect light, and the strong night air, and the perfect path to a true love bare. Hold on to me, hold on to me, and never - let me go.

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