November Star

I went missing last night, 
In a soft smoky dream, 
Under the milky moonlight. 
Sad, lonely & forlorn, 
Where on bed as I lay, 
The moment I closed my eyes, 
I heard a voice say:
'Oh my dear, why do you cry, 
Thinking about the shooting star, 
That once fell from the November sky?
Come with me, 
Let's head for a magical place, 
Where love is in abundance, 
With no fear & regrets.' 
And as I looked upon it's face, 
Touched by fortune, kissed by grace, 
It was that star offering me a sweet embrace. 
I smiled back with a tipsy face, 
As I stood amid of a dream within a dream. 
To the magical land we flew, 
Exploring miles to the extreme. 
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