And the city lights were shining, with all their energy
That's because during a night full of stars like this one
they feel jealous of them
And then a falling star crossed the sky
The following days the light was coming in trough the windows
it was the most familiar type of light
Everything in golden
winter sun
i'm going to get lost to lost you
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