| I love the stars, the dark, the moon, the satellites
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| This is when I write, so how could I fear the night?
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| Instead it’s when a glimpse of light appears
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| The projection is what I fear
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| Hardship and sorrow they reappear
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| And sometimes it’s hard to even breathe in this atmosphere
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| Most of us know how to reload and cope while others they choose the rope
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| Swim in this sea of life or get stuck in the undertow
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| And as we all try to live forever our parents they pass away
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| And our friends, they cannot stay
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| Meanwhile we will try to endeavor
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| We will carry the weight, try to explain and show you the way
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| And as we all try to live forever our parents they pass away
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| And our friends, they cannot stay
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| Meanwhile we will try to endeavor
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| We will carry the weight, try to explain and show you the way
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| I love the sun, the flowers, the snow, the grey overlay
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| This is when you wake
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| How could I hate?
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| And when a glimpse of light appear you are suddenly here
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| Hardship and sorrows they reappear
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| And sometimes it’s hard to even breathe in this atmosphere
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| But it feels like I achieved something that will make me feel ok and real
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| When it’s time for me to finally leave |