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was it written in the stars?
how our love was turned to dust.
and into every little piece
of torn paper.
how my trembling hands
threw your letters of love.
turning them into ashes,
that lingered
in the dark lonely night,
matching the longing mist
sent by the sound of rustling leaves.
i looked up to the sky,
dotted with a couple of stars.
do you remember how you told me?
"i'd grab a star for you, my love."