A lovely open field across the moon
The shining stars are looking down on me
Remain concealed within my safe cocoon
By far, my sight is blocked, I cannot see
Alas, I see my iphone screen is near
The fairy tales beyond the looking glass
I yearn for what I see and what I hear
The stories of an ending love surpass
An episode, like documentaries
I watch them one by one throughout the night
My coffee next to dreaming memories
Of and him and her, their former paradise
My head up high, the shining stars are glad
To see the fairytales I never had
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