11:11
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At 11 past, each 1 parades to the stars each semi colon begs for a chance for a seed to grow steadfast into a tree Nearby, a girl of seventeenpleas with the clock to open his arms wide and let her in. Far away, a boy of eighteenglances at his pho
Make a wish for me
When the stars fill up the sky
As the hours pass you by
Dream a dream for me
think of only love
when the stars above
are winking at the moon
that's shining on your pillow
Screw the people who break us down so much, that we become senseless and open
If that’s an opportunity, damn, love, just consider me your token
Let’s strip the truth of all its beauty
Love is a beautiful mix Of fate and chancetwo bodies along a planemost probably skew linesbut given some grand lucka single wish upon 11:11:11we intersected at a pointforetold among our stars
