I wished on every first and fallen star for your existence.
When I had you, I let the starts rest.
When I lost you, I called to them again.
I will wish until the last star burns out, to hold you in my arms once more.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 5:17 AM UTC
I wished on every first and fallen star for your existence.
When I had you, I let the starts rest.
When I lost you, I called to them again.
I will wish until the last star burns out, to hold you in my arms once more.
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