Sitting Under the Night Sky
Sitting under the night sky,
Plagued by my nightmares.
But they are quelled by,
Your hand in my hair.
Counting all the bright stars,
You're smiling non stop.
All I can do is stare.
When we see a shooting star,
I know what I'll wish for.
More beautiful night skys,
And your hand in my hair.
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