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I looked up Shocked to see the stars They seemed like a myth A story So often I had been out at night Yet, I never before looked up To the stars I never before Stared Watched
The summer breeze fills the air,
When the world is in its softest sleep, we are awake. We are roaring down the highway past city lights and nostalgic meadows. We roll down the windows, and a heavy petrichor fills the bitter cold air.
Imitation stars.Bright lights for a shadow heart.Wonder where the imitation starts And he begins.
I move the sliding door out of my way. I step down onto the balcony as the warm summer night breeze touches my skin as if to welcome me as this wonderful celebration begins. My eyes are only tempted to look up at the dark sky.
lie here next to me look up to the sky see the stars, smiling down one for each you and me. take my hand hold it tight see the stars, how they fill the night. catch your breath