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The wind knocks on the window.
Over the room as small as me.
Twinkling stars so beautiful.
Filling the room with love.
Don't be hurt, caressing my wound gently.
Embracing me to sleep.
Crawling to me like a dream.
My little star up high, dazzling my eyes.
Shining brightly, falling on my shoulders.
Don't be sad anymore, holding my hands tightly, caressing my wound.
It embraces me warmly.
Too hurt for my legs to walk, eyes so blurry with tears.
Before love never meant for me.
I will keep on smiling.
Dear moments with you, buries deep in my heart, like those stars embroidered my eyes.