If I dont believe in love, what should I believe?
Looking around, nothing we can’t see.
You will learn to love: never fret.
The trees lush hues of blue and green; The stars brighter that ever perceived.
Looking around, nothing we can’t see.
How beautiful it must be: to believe.
The trees lush hues of blue and green; The stars brighter than ever perceived.
What is it like? To love?
To give as the trees above do in hopes we flourish together.
How beautiful it must be: to believe.
What is it like? To love?
Imagine holding a star in your hands and never wanting to let go.
If I don’t believe in love, what should I believe?
To give as the trees above to in hopes we flourish together.
Imagine holding a star in your hands and never wanting to let go.
You will learn to love: never fret.
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