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Picking out all the stars that we like
Between finger and thumb
You laugh as you pass me the night
As if it’s too fragile to hold
And I hold it so close to my chest
With your hands in my hands
You say this is just how we’ll rest
Until the light turns to sound

Snow Patrol, Dark roman wine

I can’t stop listening this song. I can’t stop imagining a couple lying in grass in a warm night of summer, wishing, hoping, looking at the stars and listening to the heart of each other. He looks at her, he doesn’t believe that they are there, together. She takes shelter in his chest and holds his hand to know he is there. Lovely scene of a film…

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