Love is a star.
Always moving,
Always changing.
Burning, slow and deep.
Flaring, and dying.
But never, no never,
Are stars completely eradicated.
Something is always left.
Always moving,
Always changing.
Burning, slow and deep.
Flaring, and dying.
But never, no never,
Are stars completely eradicated.
Something is always left.
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