I saw a night filled with stars,
Stars that told of a story —
A story of a tale of two;
Two hands, two hearts — two journeys.
I heard a whisper from a star —
Wandering hearts that were once far;
Guided by a starlight from afar,
A bleak winter’s day, a dawn on the horizon.
I tasted a nectar under these stars,
Bittersweet of what people may say —
Continents colliding, never timid never tall;
All that is needed is a tenderness tale.
I touched the light of the faraway star,
Staring into the eyes of the one that’s far;
Wishing upon a better tomorrow,
With a night filled with stars.
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