That Night...
I woke up from the very nice sleep
The time pointing at 1 am sharp
I was realized when the shooting star blew thoroughly
My crystal ball has no spin
No turning point, NONE
The dancing tree swing their leaves
Follows the rhythm and music
I am on my own sanctuary
Swing my hips, give the very best moves...jiggling..unlike the crystal ball, i do SPIN
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