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time for a bedtime story
it's night here
does it matter the sun is gonna shine for about 4 billion years
anyway here it goes, stories of the satellite king ....
there is a silence
our toughts feel eachother in understanding
i have an empty feeling
but not like something thats out of it's axis'
somewere home i guess
it's a beautifull warm night
the sattellite king burns a few candels
we smoke a sig and have some laughter about comic heroes
the sattellite king goes to look for a bottle of wine
i'm in need of fresh air and go outside
a few bats fly left and right as the night enters
for the chinees bats brings good luck
for the rest there isn't much moving
except some small creatures
giving the ancient orchestra
that the night is in full glory
the wind cools me down
and i get back inside
the sattellite king is opening the wine
like a magician opens the world of wonder
we raise our glasses
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