What is life?
This question that I ask,
Why do we have to live?
But that's just me,
You don't have to be
asking this.
Well what of love?
You ask me with a smile,
Do we not have to love?
But that's just me,
You don't have to be
in love with me.
On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.
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