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2004-11-01 | |
When I make my quiet wishes
On a little star, at night,
I keep closed my eyes, so tight,
Sitting on my knees, like praying,
Having sky and earth in sight.
Drowsy birds and winds get near
As though lured by a song,
Itâ€™s a holly place up here
Within holly atmosphere
Where peace and love belong.
Sneaking out from nowhere
Evil spirits melt like ice
Into hazy, black disguiseâ€¦
Itâ€™s an evil place down there
While hereâ€™s clean and nice.
High above, my star is blinking
Wrapping me in silver flames;
In a glamoured dream Iâ€™m sinking
And a soothing cry Iâ€™m weeping
Over heartless loversâ€™ games.
"Do not waste your time with praying"
-evil thoughts get back at me,
"Whatâ€™s the use of hopeless waiting
Whatâ€™s the point in on - lamenting
Over destined misery?"
Silver beads of moonshed tears,
Dripping smoothly over me
Chase away lunatic fears
And retire, stealthilyâ€¦
â€¦ Late, a shooting star appears
Like a dying
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