Shooting stars

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Summertime gives you warmth, but the snow falls sometimes, yet it melts away with tears, and they stop falling, as you hold my hand

The stars never change, growing brighter every night, complicated constellations, but reflected in your beautiful eyes, the world I see is perfect

Give me infinite lives with you forever, with neverending smiles and neverending time with you, each moment as precious as shooting stars

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