A fragment of dew you are, crawling your way to my soul
I am a palm leaf, that one ounce of affection being my ultimate goal
You are a shooting star, matching dreams with reality for all
I am that cursed, loathed moon, helpless when i see you fall
Though miles apart we are destined to be
Reality confesses that it's hard to not put your name in the same frame as me
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