Small blue star, You who is not in heaven, Chemical Component of my heart, The cause and solution of my pain.
Wonderful shooting star at times, always Reflecting a thousand colors,'d have wanted my system to its environment, the center of all serious events. I watch you fly in the sky, Far from me and this heart honey, great to catch you one day, From my net pierce turn. For each of your surreal passages, missing in my life in your salt, we imagine in your path, every two souls… Troubadour (From The Archangel of sin).
Little Blue Star
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