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In the night sky All the Stars lie Where is her constellation? My eyes are dry From tears that I always cry Whenever I am in anticipation Dear Lord, Let me meet my long-lost lover one last time Dear Lord, Let me treat her with romance one last night Love is a two-day holiday But what is relaxation without desire? Depict us in a portrait as it can never age Our devotion will not cast a shadow on the world, but rather, a fire My universe is colorless Without her touch Her amour is regularly absent Provoking me to be hurt In the night sky All the Stars lie Where is her constellation? My eyes are dry From tears that I always cry Dear Lord, please take away this tingling sensation With the instruments of my temptation I play a sad melody Fervor is just a minor distraction That draws out the emotions of anybody As the believer spends their nights in repentance I spend mine in vain My personal life feels like a death sentence But before dying I wish to s...

I look out the window of my gloomy room At the kids playing in the late afternoon 'Rowdy' and 'Hooligans', my parents would say And would order me to stay away I watch as they play a game of football By the beautiful sport I'm enthralled I had always wanted to be a footballer But my dreams are confined to the football jersey I currently wear Since my parents felt it was a waste, to my dismay. They stop as a car parks in a neighbouring driveway And out steps an elderly man Who attempts to carry his heavy bags with his feeble hands The kids- including the small toddler watching from the side- rush to help him And on his aged face forms a wrinkled grin After they finish, he offers them some money seeing as they worked so much But they only thank him for his offer leaving me and the old man touched For the first time, I begin to doubt my parents words The 'hooligans' were out there, changing the world Doing what I had been told to do my whole ...