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I look up at the sky,

To see you shining so high.

I look up at the moon,

I hope to see you soon.

I never knew,

I never knew.

That this horror would come true.

The horror where you die.

No, I cannot lie.

This is what happend,

I cannot change the truth.

I wish you were brighter than the rest,

I never would have guessed,

that you'd fall with the stars.

Filling the night, with bright light,

Consuming my sight.

With that I turn, never to see,

That you'll be set free.

Because now you're stuck,

In the sky, where I know you lost your luck.

You never wanted to be with the others.

But now you are in the arms of another's.

God has you now, let him hold you.