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Out in the night
Standing alone
I kept on wondering
What came back and what was gone
I think there was
A bright little spark
In the clouds
Speaking to my heart
It told me that
Nothings still gone
You don't own everything
But you still have it all
I thought to my own
I still have something missing
I want it somehow
I kept on wishing
Wishing and wishing
Nothing else did I do
The spark again said
You should worship you
Leave the world gone
Where it was, behind
Forget what'll happen next
It isn't in forth your eyes
Live the time now
For it is a gift
That's the reason it is a present
That from your hands never shifts
From that time on
I stopped hovering
Not confused about the future
Neither for the past worrying
(Continued...)
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AURORA • #Wattys2016
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