Over there, when the sun is setting,
over there, when the light still brights,
over there are coming hopes
and we let them to the stars...
Let them fly
leave them teir freedom,
let them feed the universe,
while darkness is rising.
It's pleasant coming home under the golden hour,
it's peaceful receiving the last rays
by the dying light.
And crave for tomorrow,
when all will start again...
into an eternal circle
that never ends...
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