I’ve wished on so many stars that the entire sky knows my face,
but tonight, as the night fades,
and I fall asleep,
I find it a little easier.
The Winter has only just become,
but I feel Spring,
desperately reaching out for me from beneath the soil.
I’ve wished on so many stars that the entire sky knows my face,
but tonight, as the night fades,
and I fall asleep,
I find it a little easier.
The Winter has only just become,
but I feel Spring,
desperately reaching out for me from beneath the soil.
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