through skies stained with blood,
They move,
The stars of days gone by,
Those stars,
Of wich people used to look upon,
dream upon,
Wish upon,
They are all fading,
Into the past where they once thrived,
Like us they disappear,
Now so insignificent,
Like us,
They fade and die,
From the blood red sky.
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