Everybody is so beautiful tonight
I see you
Pretty air glides past and stares
I face home
because I don't know where else to look
I fall step to step
like clumps of a broken star catching fire
In their golden trail
I don't feel desire
Just the unlucky fate of falling
it's up to me to remember
They don't care but They are terrible in their demands
(so that you will not forget)
Before the flame
They were cold and whole
minding their own
How could this fall so quick
so over
Be their fate?
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