You look at the star. It is smiling,
dancing in the sky. Romeo & Juliette,
Jack & Rose—looks like every story
repeats itself in some certain way.
The sky,
who's been chewing clouds
all day long, is now full
of these shining, gilded little creatures.
They'll show you the way,
they will guide you to your Juliette
waiting for you in her own Verona.
A shooting star is falling down,
breaking, screaming, striving—make a wish!
Juliette is far away, Rosaline is standing
right next to you, blushing in her pure glamor.
Her lips are two petals calling your name.
Romeo! Estimate her beauty,
since it is something you can reach
at this very moment.
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 5:29 AM UTC
You look at the star. It is smiling,
dancing in the sky. Romeo & Juliette,
Jack & Rose—looks like every story
repeats itself in some certain way.
The sky,
who's been chewing clouds
all day long, is now full
of these shining, gilded little creatures.
They'll show you the way,
they will guide you to your Juliette
waiting for you in her own Verona.
A shooting star is falling down,
breaking, screaming, striving—make a wish!
Juliette is far away, Rosaline is standing
right next to you, blushing in her pure glamor.
Her lips are two petals calling your name.
Romeo! Estimate her beauty,
since it is something you can reach
at this very moment.
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