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(That Thing I Do)

Category: Friendhip and Relationship

Even Stars Grow Weary

You’ve walked with me through falling skies and rising dust,In every step, in you I trust.In cold of night and blaze of day,You stand by me through white and gray.Immaculate, yet humble, you now stand worn,Never once have you left me forlorn,In this realisation I grow teary –Eventually, even stars grow weary.