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Glow Like a Star

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When the night is deep, and cannot see far.
It is the time when your dream would glow like a star.
Don't feel defeat, even if you got a scar.
It is the time when your combat would be at par.
When the sea is rough, and you cannot be a tar.
It is the time when the wind would sail to the coast afar.

When the forest is wild, and you cannot camouflage.
It is the time when your strength would help with a mirage.
Don't lose hope, even if you cannot be a czar.
It is the time when you would win with a spar.
When life is grim, and it's all look bizarre.
It is the time when God would air the music of the guitar.

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