Countless Numbers Of Stars

Just across the line imagine this hurdle. I can't but help to remember it best. She said remember to me. She remembers the falling star never still, like the fastest horse around the track, it competes. It is the gift from heaven. Upon the saddle, jumps suddenly. I remember, I think I recall she does. And raining down upon us. so very many, large numbers! There was countless numbers of stars. At each time we saw as one and as for us, we safely, were moved from the center where the red beating hearts. Which are, but to quick off the original play. Looking at those gorgeous bodies, surprised by, the center where I stood, it collapses. Inward without warning hot yellow burning, until l. And how does she and she and she moved me, collapsing without yet continuing their falling.