the night feels right. it must be the sky life with stars in flight


so as we all focus above
gazing upon which we know not of
they parade as a passerby
wish i was there and could float up in the sky


its new air, our minds awake
will it take us there?, for this we wait
now the night grows old and the stars collide
yes it takes our hold, but its freed our minds

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