A Life:
When I dream upon a star,
I think of the music that fills my ears.
The joyous laugh of the sky.
The simple things that fill this life.
But what use is it when you feel the scent
of betrayal on your hands,
The souls of your beloved disappear.
You wonder alone.
Then it comes back,
The meaning of this pitiful despair.
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