Far beyond, the furthest star
all lights go out, there’s an end to the fire
The wind may blow, a leave to your
open hand, it grazes your palm
And nowhere nowhere else
could you have been and felt less tense
The world you see is you
and how you make it make sence
And in a room late at night
papers are signed by those given the right
It’s ten to twelve the day is done
the pen is put back and tomorrow will come
While Nadiya sleeps
While Nadiya sleeps
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