As a star collapsed and died
In a corner of the sky
We were facing eye to eye
With the burning of a million dreams

There outside with all the noise
Children playin with their toys
Their imaginations run
From the dying of an evening sun



The burning



Helicopter buzzing sound
A warm wind in a quiet town
Does it have to be so loud
They were killing all the tourist trade



The burning









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