Skies cannot contain
How much I love you
Stars do not fall
They shoot
And what can they shoot for?
Only a closer glimpse of you
your tears are not unnoticed
Councils of a thoundering number
Gather to defend your happiness
And there is consideration
For that number to be doubled
A mountain is placed
To provide you shade
I love your enemies
Give me a minute
Before I chase them away
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