Sometimes,
In the middle of the night
I wake up all alone
And I start to wonder
Where was I really meant to be?
If there were no pressures at all
Under which star?
Would I have been living
Happily surrounded by my family
Buried under martial bliss
Did I take a turn too soon?
Did I miss a whole new moon?
Before my eyes
Could fill up again
I decide to close them
I try to fall asleep
Deep into my imaginary life
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