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Sometimes I follow faded stars
Like empty houses
Deserted bars
Sometimes I seek out tired skies
And follow them
With tired eyes
Sometimes I fall i to the mists
And they embrace me
Coldest kiss
There is no end im guided on
Through dark lost places
I come upon
And there is comfort in this grey
I've become a ghost
And here I'll stay
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