Some of our dreams are just for stars tonight,
Those sit on heavens high and shine and glow;
They are like the angels - our guiding light,
Who shall shine brightest we never will know.
The millions and millions of lights that I see,
Are far away from earth, but brightly they glisten;
I feel I'm so airy I could fly free,
I know somewhere out there, is my Eden.
Dawn and mornings - some favorite times,
With anticipation morrow comes in;
When twilight has lost its dark and its primes,
And sunshine again - with gold dust shall win.
Contrasting ways, they make our senses clear,
Each is an escape to move out of here.
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