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I fly away without my fears,
But one: to taste your bitter tears, Never knowing how it feels To mourn the dead and what death means. I fly away to our star Leaving you my earthly scar And a book without a name, Hoping you’ll remain the same. Take those pages, read my life, Browse it to the final line, Wipe the dust that fell in time, Inlay a name and fake a smile. “Don’t forget” to light a candle For every day we started… “Don’t forget” to make a wish For every star we’ve counted…
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