I'm out in the terrace,from here I can see the dark cover
The night is strange like an incomplete page,
In a book where the writing is foreign.
Written by God Himself.
Somewhere in the dark someone just died.
Under the Twilight,someone's born.
The dead one could have saved the day.
The newly born could destroy it.
At this time,I am as blind as the blind.
As hopeless as a fool.
But the mysteries of the night,
Shines in the bright unreachable stars!
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