| I am lying in the garden
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| The flowers are blooming
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| The grass is still humid
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| From last night’s fog
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| It’s touching my body
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| The star-bright night makes me forget what happened once
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| I see the stars
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| One shining brighter than the other
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| They are twinkling so beautiful
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| That I can hardly believe it
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| They are so far away
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| I would like to touch them with my hands
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| In my head there are scraps of thoughts
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| That could build a staircase up to the stars
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| Step by step I build a place
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| From the hopes that accompany me
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| By creating thoughts I succeed in touching the stars
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| In assimilating their light
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| In feeling the infinity of the universe inside of me
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| The night is over
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| The grass has dried up
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| My eyelids raise
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| I have reached my destination |