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The moon burns my eyes
The stars shine on my sins
I love my sins... therefore
Inevitable fall awaits me... they say...
But will it be a fall?
Won´t it be a flight?
She always wished to fly...
So let her last wish come true...
Switch off the stars,
Put them all down,
So her sins stay in the dark
...uncovered...
and let her fly...
