We lay in the front yard,
My head on your chest,
As you twirl a piece of my hair with your right finger,
As I play with your left finger.
I look up at you,
As you plant a kiss on my lips,
As we look up at the sky,
To a shooting star go by.
We looked shocked,
Laying under the night,
Watching our lucky star go by.
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