Dying Star
A dying star in the middle of nowhere
Where there's no water, earth nor air
No temple, no church, no mosque nor prayers
Stood as I saw what she wears
Nothing but the shining waves of a brown hair
The green and the grey is a killer combination, I swear
I'm helpless, this is not fair...
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