Luna.
Not a star.
Deceivingly near to be so far
Of craters filled with smoldering scars.
Like a kite
With string strung tight
Drenching the night with soothing light.
You and me
Let's swim the sea
Of love, passion and morning tea.
Deceivingly near to be so far
Of craters filled with smoldering scars.
Like a kite
With string strung tight
Drenching the night with soothing light.
You and me
Let's swim the sea
Of love, passion and morning tea.
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