We sit on the
hillside and talk
In the dying light
of the day
We talk about our
hoprs and dreams
We talk about our
plans and our scheames
We talk about love
and laughter
From now and here
after
The sky turns from
blue to orange, red, then purple
We continue to talk
Long after the stars
arrive
We continue to talk
Soon howver we grow
tired
And with our jackets
as pillows
We sleep beneath the
stars
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