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The nights sky, in its infinite wisdom, paints pictures with the stars -
Please tell me my future, please unlock my stifled dreams.
I wish the wisdom of the night could speak to me,
I wish the answer was etched against the skin of my eyelids
It would be such a paradox,
That I all I would have to do is close my eyes to see the answer,
Maybe I’m just too aware.
Please tell me my future, please unlock my stifled dreams.
I wish the wisdom of the night could speak to me,
I wish the answer was etched against the skin of my eyelids
It would be such a paradox,
That I all I would have to do is close my eyes to see the answer,
Maybe I’m just too aware.