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How To Count Fireflies - GOSS KERACEY
I’ll love you in your sorrow, When cold streams through the open window, And night sucks the dreams from your pretty head, I’ll pick you up, and carry you outside, Where we’ll stand amongst the fireflies, Trying to count them, but failing, And you can trace stories in the sky with a finger While I whisper in your ear, And kiss along your neck, And touch you From behind In the shadows, Where all the stories’ names elude you. I’ll whisper the words You simply forgot, And put the dreams Back inside you. Then we’ll feel our way back to ...