Before every moment is a moment.
The forest is thick, but I can see the stars eyes watching over me, between the leaves.
Then I'm in a quiet room filled with flowers, when I close my eyes you're holding my hand.
Now back in my forest, surrounded by a library of trees.
The stories and thoughts between the pages keep me warm.
The forest is thick, but I can see the stars eyes watching over me, between the leaves.
Then I'm in a quiet room filled with flowers, when I close my eyes you're holding my hand.
Now back in my forest, surrounded by a library of trees.
The stories and thoughts between the pages keep me warm.
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