The stars of light and the feet of grassy fields, Have me placed in a state of a painful yield. Got me to question how love can deceive the soul but please the heart, Taking it's beats all the way off the billboard chart. The mist fills my lungs like the air around, However my feet rise from the grass without a sound. Then in the shadows appears a figure which faded into the dew, Without hesitation I realized what the world could see as true.
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