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Starlight

Starting by looking into your eyes,
The world becomes warm slowly.
And I'm going to fall into your arms.
Red wine in our last glass,
Leading us to watch the night sky.
"I love you," that's the only thing I want to say.
Gastly and shining like starlight.
Have you been there before?
To the place where the big bang brought us together.

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