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1d
it was dark and tender
my dad next to me
I was five
so free
at the driveway
we be

at some point
of the night
we looked upon the sky

I don't know why

we looked at the north
I saw a star so bright
with the colour of light

I looked him in the eyes
and said
“that's…grandpa”
flying so high

he said “no”

that's the northern star
it will always be
the brightest of them all
it's there when you seek
a guide to peek

when you've traveled so far
where no one can fish
when you wonder
‘Is this… ?’
or
‘What if…?’’
remember the star
that's it
An evening in the driveway of our house with my father...

I can't remember many of my memories...
I used to remember all the bad things, now I've forgotten them too, but I still remember this one.
CantSeeMe
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CantSeeMe  15/Belgium
(15/Belgium)   
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