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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

holding hands; we walk beside the seashore
under the light of the stars our love has grown
we search for beautiful constellations that means so
much for us for it is the reason why we are in this
situation; i love the moon and you love the stars
together we study about its forms
together our love is bound;
under the light of the stars; we bowed

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