You sewed the stars for me
tell me how I’ll ever be
happy
happy again
broken before we began
the story a tale of man
stooped and startled
flame against the night
and we were happy
happy again
the stars you held singing in your hand
but the sky broke
and I felt the poke
of fates stealing my heart
their fingers tearing it apart
I knew that when
you sewed the stars for me
that there would never be
a day that I could be happy
without you
tell me how I’ll ever be
happy
happy again
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