you'll count the stars and name them all
from the pathetic one to humble
your eyes through mine are being small
as flickering as tired rumble
forget the empty arguments you, fool
then i'll suspend my doubts
the palms of mine are being cool
withoud your sideit winsome frowns
stars
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