*Stars Glisten Upon The Waters Blackened Surface,
As Cold Currents Tango With Leaping Comets,
Waves Quietly Lap Against A Ragged Shoreline,
While A Fire Dances Upon The Damp Sands,
And A Sturdy Song Weaves Through The Forest,
A Deep Bass Embeds Itself Into A Beating Heart,
And Shoots Up Towards The Billions Of Stars,
The Same Stars Which Rooted Themselves Into,
The Desperate Eyes Of Millions Before*
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 1:49 PM UTC
*Stars Glisten Upon The Waters Blackened Surface,
As Cold Currents Tango With Leaping Comets,
Waves Quietly Lap Against A Ragged Shoreline,
While A Fire Dances Upon The Damp Sands,
And A Sturdy Song Weaves Through The Forest,
A Deep Bass Embeds Itself Into A Beating Heart,
And Shoots Up Towards The Billions Of Stars,
The Same Stars Which Rooted Themselves Into,
The Desperate Eyes Of Millions Before*
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