In a hot summer night.
Outside is dark but the stars are bright.
I lay on my back, the grass is moist.
I look up there to find what I lost.
When I lose, that’s when I find
I seek with all the power, the tricks of every kind.
Love fills up my heart, sweet sorrow consumes me
I look at shining stars.
Like Ibrahim, try to find the brightest one.
My heart is pounding. My sight is fading.
I look even beyond. I find you nowhere.
Than it click. Nowhere?
Maybe that’s where I should be looking.
So long my friends.
I have to leave.
I am going to nowhere.
Because that’s where I belong.
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