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Home.
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swimming in the warm haven
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As dark as the blackest raven
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She knows it is time to leave
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A hand, a light leads her
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Cold and bold air hits her skin
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As the line she shares with her mother
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Is cut
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And she is breathing on her own
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But not alone
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Today turns quickly to tomorrow
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Then a week
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A month
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A year then five speeds by
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How time flies.
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Until memory makes her see slowly
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The other true ones faces
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The secret hiding places
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In the woods past the backyard
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The old statues that guard
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The small stream
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Which gleamed
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In the rays of the sun
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As she daydreamed
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Of what the world was like.
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And Every night
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she looked up to the lights
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protecting
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sparkling the majik upon her
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so many stars
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mars and jupiter
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and their promises of the future.
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a shooting star falls through the darkness
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she wishes upon the naked bareness
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of youth and innocence
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looking only forward to what would come next.
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surrounded by ghosts of the past
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with traditions and a culture that lasts
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through centuries her ancestors cast
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she only wants to grow up fast
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and be a part of the mass
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glossy magazines enticing
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with images new and exciting
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she sees the old as stale and boring
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starving for the new and unknown
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blown away by visual ****es
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blinded by stars in her eyes
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she realizes
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it is time to embark on her own
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it is time alone.
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Star Suite I.New Star
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| MONDO GROSSO |
