A sparkling world of starlight sheen
Whirls around my head
and I forget everything i've done
and everything i've said
I no longer exist
no longer breathe
every bad thought I had
begins to relieve
I fly away, fly away
from the place that held me down
I no longer feel constricted
I am free to move around
A tree stands on this moonlit night
towering in the dark
It emits a soft white light
from it's rugged bark
The sparkling stars above
are within my grasp
I gather them up for you
On each branch, a star, I clasp
and underneath it's twisted branches
Is where you sit with me
and we talk for hours
Underneath our tree
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