Once upon, in the night,
Gazing at the stars and the sky,
Recalling all what happened,
Thinking about the past and the present,
Makes me really cry...
It's what called the life.
I wish I could have its control,
What, when and how,
Then it wouldn't have made me lose,
What was in the life's spoon,
I want to be me -only me,
But to...
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