Sober
Sometimes I feel me sober,
In these days start the cry,
Made for stay looking the stars closer,
Think about like again try,
Everyone can't stop now,
'Cause do your love fly,
Reading the journal with news down,
I see a new motive,
Having only one chance to take crown;
Feeling few of minutes on wise,
The vocations are the sunrise,
Letting the darkness intimidate and the lights spice.
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