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The stars are blown about by the wind, pretending to be snowflakes but I am not fooled. I know them for that they are.
I'll catch them on my tongue for courage. Then with the stars on my lips I shall be able to speak of those things that were till that moment poorly kept secrets.
Till then, to all those unspoken words. . . .
I'll catch them on my tongue for courage. Then with the stars on my lips I shall be able to speak of those things that were till that moment poorly kept secrets.
Till then, to all those unspoken words. . . .