Blue Sky,
an Ancient wrap,
how old you are!
i see lights from the stars,
that are dead million years ago,
and still reaching me...
how vast you are...!
Blue Sky,
won't you tell me a little secret
when i will be done with this earth,
where you are gonna hide me,
in which loftiest star...
but then again light can not be hidden..
so you can not hide me now...
then what else i am to do-
than to adorn you,
with more burning...
more madenning thirst,
-your darkness as a light!
let me born as a star!
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