Slow
As I lay my head on the pillow
I almost imagine you
whisper sweet dreams
In a heavenly distance from myself
I can fall into your arms
Please wish upon a star
everything feels so slow
in my daze
Become just a blur on the horizon
one with the crimson hue
that frames my world
In a secret we could never keep
you was once beside me
Please wish upon a star
everything feels so slow
in my daze
I will be peaceful in the early hours
beneath the moonlight
that becomes a star
In a drowsy descent
into your arms
The End
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