C r e s s I d a
But I being poor have only dreams, tread slowly because you walk on my dreams .
when you said your last goodbye I died a little bit inside.
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Story by cressida rivers
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" he thought she couldn't be the star of his nightsky
little did he know she had his galaxies memorised...
