Still, I was your star... But today the stars are no longer visible in the sky Have you lost me for the second time? I was shining in the vast evening sky in wonder.
Will you find me today? Which star was I? I have been looking at you with deep emotion, crossing this incredible distance
How did you recognize me? I have kept you awake all night, you could not sleep, thinking of you, I burst into irresistible tears, those silent tears fall on the grass of the morning, like dew, they took me away, emptying the sky...
Still, I was your star, your sky is lit up with love.
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