His Nights
Waiting for the star in deep heaven
Then he lies again and he wonders
That he flies away like raven
In his life he is filled in his non-right way
And a lot of thing not to be may
And just before he says good night
He looks up and smiles and says tight:
lo__ne__ly_____ness.
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14th February , dry tears
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