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Mar 2014
Her
City lights don’t shine as bright as you.

                     You’re a shooting star in a starless night,

You’re the sun shining in a cloudless sky,

                     The heartbeat in a loveless soul.

To dream is to sleep, but to live is to love

                     And believe  me, I’m alive right now.
Written by
Michael Forstmeier
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