The stars in your eyes,
glimmer,
glitter,
soft dancing,
dusting,
off a pale moonrise.
And I wonder what makes you sweat,
makes you bleed,
on hot summer nights.
A glimmer,
a glitter,
and you're gone.
glimmer,
glitter,
soft dancing,
dusting,
off a pale moonrise.
And I wonder what makes you sweat,
makes you bleed,
on hot summer nights.
A glimmer,
a glitter,
and you're gone.
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