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I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star / To pray on, or wish on, or something like that / I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy / Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, / They slither while they pass, they slip away across theuniverse / Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my openmind, / Possessing and caressing me.