On cloud-free nights he counted the stars
Contemplating the Universe, cold and vast
Safe from harm in his palisade
Remembering the days of glory passed
The magic of those moments would forever last
Time stood still, no one ever would grow old
The last light of sunsets that would never fade
The warmth of summer that would never grow cold
Plans were never made, nothing better could be imagined
No sorrows blackened the clear blue skies
Then the responsibilities of a productive life
Jumped from behind a corner and caught him by surprise
Life started making demands, forced him to realize
Not everyone who aspires reaches the highest heights
But instead of allowing that truth to get him down
He counted stars on cloud-free nights
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