This girl I know has jet black eyes
A peach-like skin
The last time I saw you
You were talking to yourself
Looking
New horizons are calling you
But they're so very faraway
Good intentions
The truth that never wants to leave you
The hand that
I thank the morning when she comes
Count every moment when
Rain is falling
All the way to the bus stop
Hear them
Tonight the stars have fallen from grace
Tonight's so heavenly they
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