Oh the wonders to behold.
A star lit night, the day grown old.
I count thee not stars but dreams to come.
As loves and hopes as yet unknown.
But at their sight each night i cry.
My dreams before me they fill the sky.
If one should fall to me it lives.
For that dream is mine to you to give.
So if by chance you see one fall.
Cry not for me it's you it calls.
Each star is a dream for us to claim.
Whether mine or yours it's all the same.
by
Billy2Dogs
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