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by Ashamed Dec 26, 2004 category : Love, romance / new love
I look at the stars, All the pretty stars. They help me to fade, All the mental scars. My mind drifts away, Through the entire sky. As I dream of happiness, And see life as a lie. I sit and I think, Of the girl that I love. I look and believe Of this one flying dove My smile comes back As I get lost in space. The shooting star flies over And it moves like a race So I close my eyes And wish for a dream But all I can think of Is you it would seem.