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When I make my quiet wishes
On a little star, at night, I keep closed my eyes, so tight, Sitting on my knees, like praying, Having sky and earth in sight. Drowsy birds and winds get near As though lured by a song, It’s a holly place up here Within holly atmosphere Where peace and love belong. Sneaking out from nowhere Evil spirits melt like ice Into hazy, black disguise… It’s an evil place down there While here’s clean and nice. High above, my star is blinking Wrapping me in silver flames; In a glamoured dream I’m sinking And a soothing cry I’m weeping Over heartless lovers’ games. "Do not waste your time with praying" -evil thoughts get back at me, "What’s the use of hopeless waiting What’s the point in on - lamenting Over destined misery?" … Silver beads of moonshed tears, Dripping smoothly over me Chase away lunatic fears And retire, stealthily… … Late, a shooting star appears Like a dying Deity.
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