Can I hang a star in your sky, wish for you as it flies down it's curv-ed light
Into arms that've never known sin but hang heavy with the weight of years
With nary a word or whisper or glance or gaze
Can I hang a star in your sky, and ride it's bejeweled splendor to your side
Thank you, fluke. I hope you enjoy it, and I'm always seeking recommendations
Posted by: MovieMaker on November 6, 2004 03:08 AM