The Morning Star
The perfect day, together
They strolled the city
hand in hand
Nothing mattered, together
As they strolled hand
in hand
Oblivious, time stood
still
Hours disappeared in
seconds
Seconds stretched out
over hours
They strolled, hand in
hand
Afternoons spent talking,
silence
Not a word spoken to
spoil the mood
Not a sound, nothing
mattered
The nothingness spoke
all that needed to be said
It would be a night they
never forgot
They sat, bathed in the
pale moonlight
They looked out to and
over the horizon
And held each other as
they watched the morning star rise
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