The falling stars D. Green and Mickelson
Like an invasion on the reveries to celebrate the white winter,
not barred by the strong sight of eternity the disappearing
dreams and stars fading among the carelessness of darkness
What a pity, it remained and more to the point
Perhaps these stars carry happiness to all
But the rigorous darkness was setting only more dense
protecting her calmness and quietness from stars
One can’t reach or catch or dream of finding a chink
In order to break the spell and fly over the Earth
Somewhere so far, the tears and stars were sparkling
And then it’s gone forever, nobody’s quietness touching
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