BIG BANG THEORIES
Stardust, sixteen hours in Austria
In the fresh, clean air of June
You're the most serene being I've ever seen
If I couldn't taste the European coffee
I'd swear you are more than a dream
There are no words left
Except for those stolen from the beggars
Nothing I've ever been through will ever match this night
And I know
The only reason it's happening to me
Is because it must end.
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© 1998 Daniel L. Cote
tillius@aol.com
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