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I'm sitting under stars

falling from the sky, pre-dawn

Galaxies fall on my tongue,

heaven is snowing down from above

It's winter for the saints,

angels migrate to the south

I see one land on my arm -

i'll be your pirate, we'll steal time 

and maybe a kiss,

nothing else..

There's no devils on my left,

restless fat cats slipped warm milk

Though, still, no one is awake,

this time it works out for o'r fate

I'm sitting under stars

falling from the sky, pre-dawn

and planets looking for new homes -

I'll be your gravity to lean on

I sit under stars

falling from the sky, pre-dawn

Galaxies fall on my tongue

heaven is snowing down from above