As i stare up night
Up into the sky
I begin to Wonder
Why do we live and why do we die?
But the sky reminds me of other things
The Warmth of love among most things
And sometimes i stare at the sky
To let questions arise
When will my heart be free?
When will you see
what you truely mean to me?
Up into the sky
I begin to Wonder
Why do we live and why do we die?
But the sky reminds me of other things
The Warmth of love among most things
And sometimes i stare at the sky
To let questions arise
When will my heart be free?
When will you see
what you truely mean to me?
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