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Stars give caress to all of us
Who cares to aim eyes at them,
Who dares to clean up surface rust,
Who needs to know the perfect gem.

The night’s not killed by the still sleep,
One’s mind toss ‘bout in deep pain.
Revealing makes the sudden rip
Of everything that ever claimed.

By then, the night comes to the ground,
The cloud doesn’t block up stars.
This time along with your heart’s pound
The ease song’s heard let down the bars

11.10.01