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The moon never asks for
attention after all,

                          It just glows.

You play hard
to get, and I...don't play fetch.

..but life happens, and
            promises don't matter.

Later we learn,

         that bottles break; and
         those pieces can
         shatter...

                               further.

The horizon...
   
  ..at that place where the sky meets the sea,
    you'll find me.

  I'll be there resting.
  
                   With my heart
                                in my lap.

"You speak
    to me as if
       you're
            afraid
    we'll fall
               in love"