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//Life is too short to just cry, cry, cry and cry.//
You play, win or lose. You play, love or hate. You play, pain or gain. You play, heart or brain. You play, god or evil. You play, light or dark. You play, high or low. You play, whom?
Whether the stars break out the night and play in their plane. The orbits turns naturally, earth revolves naturally, but not a day skips time. Many write their pain, many speak their gain. Many post about their grounds, many hide their skies. Many boast about victory, many cry being lost.
/Before the stars forget their way back to sky, hold them. They'll take you to skies, you've never been before, the grounds you've never seen, the sun you've never been in, the moon you've always adored./
Again, when the time comes, you believe in god. When there's nothing good, you blame him. Was the worst experienced by you? Don't you know the truth that you bear things that only you can?
/Before you shed one more tear, let's get it straight, the night will pass, the sun will rise, the air doesn't stop to travel all around the blues or pinks or greys or hues, woods too bloom, lights shine all again, smoke of lies clear and truth shines so, clouds burst and smile again, butterflies linger around rainbows, while everything's fine being hurt, are you still going to cry?/
You lose hope, you say. But until the world exists, the nature will bring you energy to fly. The skies get you targets to fly high. The winds will make you fly even more high. The universe's gonna tempt you to explore reasons to fly.