Tiny White Star
Sorry my friend
I cannot see you again,
you would be jealous
of my new love.
So you must cry,
your heart must wither and die,
I hear it wailing
from high above,
for like a
tiny white star
I'll be a
light from afar
until your sun comes.
Twins in the night
beneath a summer starlight
you made me welcome,
you showed me love,
but winter's cold
left me alone, feeling old,
my spirit dying,
and trapped, controlled,
so like a
tiny white star
I'll be a
light from afar
until your sun comes round.
My sun has found me.
My sun has found me.
My sun has found me.
My sun has found me.
Sorry my friend
I cannot see you again,
you would be jealous
of my new love.
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