The Field of Stars


In an endless blanket of night
Are the moon’s children
It's said if you wish on one
While it speeds to its nightly rest
It will come true
And thus the blessing of the world
Showers down on those deserving
Bringing joy to all who need
Keeping lovers together forever
So
I’ll pick one for you
If you pick one for me
As we walk the plains
Young and in love
I ask you,
Will you gather the stars with me?

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