And thus its natural to assume they are coated in truth
Yet, how much of our words are of fictional words
And how many are in fact of the mundane reality that is life?
So when I write about love, please believe me
Those are feelings that only exist in this world online
And no matter how many words I write,
The make-believe will never become reality
And an infinite time you may wish
Upon stars that died a million years ago
But your wildest dreams, the impossible
Will join stars in unreachable abyss
But dream and dream and love with an open heart
Because maybe there is a star that survived
And just one wish will be heard and granted
And the love you wish for will be more than fantasy
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