Lyric, There Are Stars

There are stars here,
There are stars there,
There are stars everywhere;
In your eyes and in mine,
They continue to on shine...

There are flowers in spring garden,
But I ask still for some pardon,
'Cause the winter is hard on:
Snow and frost to combine,
Otherwise, it is doing fine...

We could fool around for a day,
It would feel right and okay;
Tell me just if I surely may,
Or should I wait till you're nine,
If we both have still then time...

There are stars in both your eyes,
Time on wanders till and flies;
Your iris are blue as skies,
Little darling still in prime,
Keep my poem, a little rime...

Each our lives - a falling wishing star,
Coming closer or drifting afar...

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