## 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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