an unfamiliar
in which we are mourning
the night prevailed and told vain
a shooting star is what remains
time stole remnants of inspiration
but did not dare to seize passion
the imprinted lingers in memory
may the night not be a symbol of history
and so a new sun arises
where the horizons manifests of surprises
in which we are mourning
the night prevailed and told vain
a shooting star is what remains
time stole remnants of inspiration
but did not dare to seize passion
the imprinted lingers in memory
may the night not be a symbol of history
and so a new sun arises
where the horizons manifests of surprises
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