To Grow Old With You

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I pluck the stars from the dark skies
Like flowers upon the earth.

I gaze at them in my hands
And long to place them in your eyes.

Better yet,
To place them in jars,

And gift them to you
Everyday until we turn grey.

And do it all again
When our souls are new.

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