Under A Different Set Of Stars

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The rain could cleanse the wrongs I’ve done,

The sun could heal my soul,

The breeze could let my dreams ascend,

So their whispers could console,


The moon could light the path I take,

The stars could be my guide,

The dark could shield the ugly truth,

Those thoughts I seek to hide,


The sleep I crave could fall anew,

The nightmare fears could fade,

The cold could turn to warmth again,

And let peace once more cascade.