Captured Stars
Captured stars,
In my mirror on my wall,
Hot burning gases
From far away look small.
I can touch you,
You're entranced,
Shake the mirror,
Make you dance,
Reach for you and
Take a chance...
Stopped and marred,
The glass is hard,
Your image jarred.
Connect the dots astrology,
Outline of the sylph for me;
After midnight I can see you,
But the morning sun will free you.
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