Am craving for the night to come
My mind is set up for the dark
Silent and cold as the night breeze
Am missing to look up the sky
Standing on a hill as a wolf
Down the tree just to see
The stars twinkling up there
Shooting stars crossing the atmosphere
As I make my wishes
Hoping they will come to pass
My words will move through the media
To reach out to the mass
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