The night sky lives its own mystic life
The distant stars are twinkling for you and me
At odd times I wished I'd had kids and wife
Perhaps with them I would've felt less gloomy
Was there anything I could've called mine?
The fear of losing kept me from possession
I wondered how the grapes turned into wine
How boring years led to total transformation
I would've done anything to avoid solitude
To have one living soul beside me at night
I'd never take a holier-than-thou attitude
If I finally learned to tell wrong from right
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