picking out all the stars that we like
between finger and thumb
you laugh as you pass me the night
as if it's too fragile to hold
and i hold it so close to my chestwith your hands in my handsyou say this is just how we'll restuntil the light turns to soundsnow patrol - dark roman wine
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