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She was a gazer of the stars You could see it in her eyes She'd sneak out late at night Just to stroll beneath the skies Her eyes forever upward Searching for a light Her heart only beating When the moon came up at night She didn't care for dirt Or grass, or sand, or street For only when she stumbled Would she glance down at her feet She watched long enough That the light soon made her blind And for all those who loved her, She left them all behind If you start falling for a gazer She's sure to break your heart And if you are the gazer My dear, Stars have an awful tendency to tearing things apart
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 11:16 PM UTC
The Night’s Lover
She was a gazer of the stars You could see it in her eyes She'd sneak out late at night Just to stroll beneath the skies Her eyes forever upward Searching for a light Her heart only beating When the moon came up at night She didn't care for dirt Or grass, or sand, or street For only when she stumbled Would she glance down at her feet She watched long enough That the light soon made her blind And for all those who loved her, She left them all behind If you start falling for a gazer She's sure to break your heart And if you are the gazer My dear, Stars have an awful tendency to tearing things apart
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 11:16 PM UTC
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