Counting-faraway-stars
One by one they glow
Glistening icily pulsars
Like snow corns they show
Feelings in the heart
Where the coldness is
Drifting through and apart
Following morning bliss
Yesterday is now a dream
In the in between
Where everything in light seem
Where it hasn't been
Love songs of old yesterday
To the night now going
In their lonesome on play
And in far-away growing
Counting still the hours
Everything is falling
Bleaching down the flowers
Oblivion themes calling
You and I are still here
With our dreams giving
Someone is though nowhere
In their times of living
Like a summer song of old
Every dream I felt
Cannot to their seed hold
Where their motives dwelt
Spellbound to the darkness
In the waves of shadows
Each its touch of nearness
That never returns or shows
Counting-faraway-stars
One by one they glow
Glistening icily pulsars
Like snow corns they show
Feelings in the heart
Where the coldness is
Drifting through and apart
Following morning bliss
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