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A single movement and all the stars in the sky, they all rearrange and I don't know why. I look out the window and search through the drawers, some tiny peice of hope is left from before. The key to my heart hangs around your plae neck, crowded on a sleek chain with more and more yet. I realize the lies you've bestowed upon me, each stars curse still hangs above the Sound of each wimper, the sound of each cry. 100 girls dying as you say your goodbyes. Tucked into your pockets are letters so sweet, from every single girl along with their key. That stupid prince charming smile and prince charming cheeks, a soothing lustful voice comes to take a peek. Tricks turn to dances and dresses are scorn, the bows and the ribbons hide any scars born. So they sit by the windows and search through the drawers. Many mothers convinced there are signs from before. Everyone's lost the same precious thing, all their daughters have been taken by the King of all Kings. He rides dark as day, with wings so deep. His softness is mesmerizing, and souls at his keep. A single movement and all the stars in the sky, they all rearrange, they help him to fly.
The Star Dust's King
