We were short lived
But ******* we were beautiful

I'm just a tiny thread
In this tapestry
A million other threads
All the same as me

I'm just a glowing star
In this galaxy
A million other stars
All the same as me

Then I stumbled into you
A glowing star, a tiny thread
The same as all the rest
But you got stuck inside my head

And when I'm here with you
You make me feel strange
Like I'm somehow different now
I've gone through some change

So maybe we're all the same
In this galaxy
A million tiny stars
But you're the one for me

1747

The parasol is the umbrella’s daughter,
And associates with a fan
While her father abuts the tempest
And abridges the rain.

The former assists a siren
In her serene display;
But her father is borne and honored,
And borrowed to this day.