The sky is crying silently
The red star stoped smiling at me
That warm sun that I prize so much
Is once again gone, out of touch
I am alone here with my sins
Aspiring for another life
One cigarette is all I strive
To find no matter by what means
The smoke is what keeps me alive
The thin silk thread dances the air
It tells a story that's so fair
It gives me reasons to survive
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