I could’ve talked of passion myself
I just thrived on yours
And made me believe there was no more then this
But that (k)night you got me
And as you held my hand on the rooftop
As we listend to the city quit down
Simular butterflies all around
We made wishes upon the stars
They were the surrogate candles of the night
And we still dance to no music in my mind
It is just a bit but you have lifted me off the ground even when I asked you not to do
An those lyrics we sang to now resound in all my being
I imagined it was real
And for a moment there it was
Underneath the stars…
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