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"The darkest nights produce the brightest lights."

Thoughts on stars and life.

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Lying on top of the hill, high.

Lying on top of the hill, high. High on the truth of life.

Lying on top of the hill, high. High on the truth of life. To see the colors of life

Lying on top of the hill, high. High on the truth of life. To see the colors of life, that paint my world bright.

Lying on top of the hill, high. High on the truth of life. To see the colors of life, that paint my world bright. Colors representing anger, confusion, happiness, sadness.

Lying on top of the hill, high. High on the truth of life. To see the colors of life, that paint my world bright. Colors representing anger, confusion, happiness, sadness..

Lying on top of the hill, high. High on the truth of life. To see the colors of life, that paint my world bright. Colors representing anger, confusion, happiness, sadness...

My eyes are swollen red, not because of any drugs

My eyes are swollen red, not because of any drugs, but by the sleepless nights filled with my cries.

My eyes are swollen red, not because of any drugs, but by the sleepless nights filled with my cries. My head doesn't hurt because of any chemicals in my veins

My eyes are swollen red, not because of any drugs, but by the sleepless nights filled with my cries. My head doesn't hurt because of any chemicals in my veins, but by the confusion that spins my head.

My eyes are swollen red, not because of any drugs, but by the sleepless nights filled with my cries. My head doesn't hurt because of any chemicals in my veins, but by the confusion that spins my head. My body isn't weak from the hunger inside me

My eyes are swollen red, not because of any drugs, but by the sleepless nights filled with my cries. My head doesn't hurt because of any chemicals in my veins, but by the confusion that spins my head. My body isn't weak from the hunger inside me, but by the battles I have fought physically and mentally.

I see above the sky with those eyes.

I see above the sky with those eyes. Stars shining brighter than they should be

I see above the sky with those eyes. Stars shining brighter than they should be, making it one of the brightest nights I'd ever seen.

I see this black canvas freckled by white spots

I see this black canvas freckled by white spots that envelopes this big city in front of me.

I see this black canvas freckled by white spots that envelopes this big city in front of me. How everyone under the same night has some thought in their mind.

I see this black canvas freckled by white spots that envelopes this big city in front of me. How everyone under the same night has some thought in their mind. The thoughts that are created by their colors of life.

I see this black canvas freckled by white spots that envelopes this big city in front of me. How everyone under the same night has some thought in their mind. The thoughts that are created by their colors of life. I wonder what is the most vibrant color right now in their sight?

Then I keep staring at the stars,

Then I keep staring at the stars, thinking of how great they must be.

Then I keep staring at the stars, thinking of how great they must be. Illuminating the dark by their blazing glow.

Then I keep staring at the stars, thinking of how great they must be. Illuminating the dark by their blazing glow. How fierce and mighty they must be.

Then I keep staring at the stars, thinking of how great they must be. Illuminating the dark by their blazing glow. How fierce and mighty they must be. To be seen from millions of distance away.

But how lonely they must be.

But how lonely they must be. To be stranded alone in the middle of nowhere.

But how lonely they must be. To be stranded alone in the middle of nowhere. Nothing to be seen for miles and miles away

But how lonely they must be. To be stranded alone in the middle of nowhere. Nothing to be seen for miles and miles away, except the little dots of their fellow companions floating in the gloomy air.

Maybe they feel too and shed tears

Maybe they feel too and shed tears, tears of fire for the solitary life they live.

Maybe they feel too and shed tears, tears of fire for the solitary life they live. But yet their radiance doesn't fade away

Maybe they feel too and shed tears, tears of fire for the solitary life they live. But yet their radiance doesn't fade away and carry their duty to bring the sparkle in our lonely nights.

Funny how the most liveliest people

Funny how the most liveliest people who can bring so much joy in one's life

Funny how the most liveliest people who can bring so much joy in one's life are in the end the ones who need joy the most.

Funny how the most liveliest people who can bring so much joy in one's life are in the end the ones who need joy the most. But yet their smile from their faces don't fade away

Funny how the most liveliest people who can bring so much joy in one's life are in the end the ones who need joy the most. But yet their smile from their faces don't fade away and become the reason of so many people's smiles.

They are the stars that fall from the sky to illuminate our darkest times.

stars that fall from the sky

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