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All through the night, I keep my eyes open 
like an owl  
never wanting to sleep,  
you might as well be staring the empty ceiling  
in the wish of some unreachable  
blue shades of light,  
smokes essence of sticks  
you mutter the mantras  
as low as possible  
just for god to listen  
GOD ...... again ......  
I see god dancing in the aroma of the smokes  
With his flute, with women  
One lavish god vanishes like smoke  
But your mantra, your low voice  
Continues ....  
Pleading for love  and loyality 
But one day you'll let go of it  
And be an owl like me  
To count the stars that are so dead  
To play with the nightmares  
To give up, two give up  
Until the blue shades turn to red  
And u draw the curtains ...