Strings attached

Every star is tied to her heart
By harp strings yet unseen
So when you stand in her presence you hear the music of the stars
You make the music of the stars
For the rest of your life it vibrates within you
Sometimes if you see her picture or catch a wiff of her perfume you get to hear it
again

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Song of opportunity

Let me sing a song of opportunity
Let me find a place inside your dreams
Somewhere where I can sparkle
A place to be known
In between fading scenes
behind the ghosts and gnomes

And you will whistle it back to me
From wanting lips so pale
Then somewhere deep inside your dream I’ll have a place to live
and build

and breathe

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