Under the clear night sky, showered by star light
I know I would want it in this, but I am a pessimistic optimist
I always have been mindful of my fanciful flights
In another time, I would be a moon and you my sunlight
Spinning poetry and passion all through the night
I know I would want it in this, but I am opmistically pessimistic
Maybe in another moment, you and I are born to belong
Where you nor I could sit further away, than an arm's length
I know I would want it in this, but I am pessimistcally optimistic
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