O love they are just paper clouds of broken dreams and stars are just fragments of stories waiting to be retold to the world as they shine underneath the moonlit night in the dark of the sky.
Baby, the moon tells me everything will be alright and the stars are filled with our fate because we belong to each other.
We belong together and baby, they’re just jealous.
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