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We’ve Got Galaxies in Our Hands
A Poem
say we’re just a tiny bit heaven-sent —
maybe, babe, this thing is magic,
like the kind of lullaby you can’t shake,
the melody almost from a far-off dream
thought you were too special for me
and acted like it all the same too
the years before rings came into the picture,
we thought only of the hopes for tomorrow
like they were manna from up on high,
when maybe we should have counted coins
hey, did you think we’d make it this far
without a hovel to own or a car to rent
we gorged ourselves on love, just love,
because that’s all we ever really had
between all the arguments and debt
which kept piling up every season
in the picture-perfect past we owned so little
that we were enough for each other anyway
what do you say now, in these green pastures
far from that park we called ours back then —
do you think we’ve made it now, hon,
or are you still wishing on shooting stars?
