the stars

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When it gets dark again,
I need to be prepared...
It will be empty and cold.

I don't know what to believe.
What if no one ever cared?
I need to get over what's old.

But when the stars come out,
I will be able to catch my breath.
Just once I want to scream so loud,
That the ground underneath would crumble.

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