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moon
there's no combination of words i could put on the back of a postcard. no song that i could sing but i can try for your heart. our dreams & they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs with sepiatone loving. love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart, like why are we here? & where do we go? & how come it's so hard? it's not always easy & sometimes life can be deceiving. i'll tell you one thing, its always better when we're together. we'll look at the stars when we're together. & all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight. but i know that they'll be gone, when the morning light sings & brings new things, but tomorrow night you see, that they'll be gone too, too many things i have to do. but if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene, i'll be under the impression i was somewhere in-between. with only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do, or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now. i believe in memories, they look so pretty when i sleep. & when i wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me. but there is not enough time, & there is no song i could sing & there is no combination of words i could say but i will still tell you one thing, we're better together
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