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Star of dust

Maybe if the river had floated somewhere else

I would've forgotten you in an instant.

Here I am, lying on the ground,

Hearing steps, screams and names.

Here I am, lying on the surface,

Is this moon going anywhere at all?

Chase me please,

I'll might need you later,

My wandering star of dust.

 

There was a time when I thought you were brilliant,

Shining over the edge of the world,

Fighting demons with several faces,

Crushing fantasies of mindless kids.

I thought you were insane,

Standing there,

Screaming for me,

Crying at the wind.

I left… I left…

 

Maybe I'll be there again, sitting under the clouds,

I would see your face on the sun,

The burning face of a distant memory.

I will not cry,

Never scream.

I will linger at the dawn,

With the vicious dog sitting next to me,

Barking at the moonlight rising.

An maybe I will laugh with him.

 

Save your soul, poor mariner of spaces,

I will hunt you down if you need it.

I'll stay with you if you want me.

But I will never adore again.

I think this is too much,

Too much brightness for my eyes,

Too much weight for my shoulders,

Too many voices for my brain.

I got lost and confused,

You miss leaded me,

You've mistaken me,

I got lost… I got lost.

 

Maybe I will not wait for you,

My wandering star of dust,

I'll walk away over the skies,

Never look back,

Smile alone at the future

Unknown… always unknown…

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