Guide Me as the Stars Do
Your eyes shine like the stars above me
My endless love projected onto thee. I prithee great mother.
Doth he love me the same as I, him?
Or hath he run from me?
Where hath he run?
Come hither my love.
I beg thee stay. Your eyes shine like the stars.
Your aura glows like the balls of light.
I prithee stay. Stay and guide me as the stars do.
I see few differences.
Stay and guide me as the stars do.
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