## P01 Light

Everything is dark outside.
Only a cold winter night.
There's nobody at my side.
I'm looking for a single light.

The moon shines above me.
Stars are coming from the dark,
guiding my paths to save me.
I'm now alone in the park.

Sitting alone on a cold bench,
I'm talking with the stars,
giving my soul to the moon.
And from light come my memoirs.

Lights of my childhood under a tree,
looking for my way to go forth,
smiles to be so happy and carefree.
And I'm flying into that bubble of warmth.

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