Imagination : DeStITuTe Is WhAt I'm KnOwN

If our hearts do not meet
I would go my own way
Never would you cross my path
Would our souls intertwine what may?

If our eyes do not meet
There would never be sparkling
That would burn me alive
And make them weeping

If I had not seen this star
Which reflects its light on me
I’d be lost in my darkness
Leaving this moon cold and empty

But now everything’s too late
For I sit here all alone
Becoz none above has realized
Destitute is what I’m known

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