Singing to a moon that's already asleep
Bend back and strive through paints and dyes
To see blue down below, so murky and deep
Feel free to feast your eyes on dolphins' night cries
For surely these chants, though short, won't be your last
In a life that's been treated with wins and defeats
We all go missing in the midst of this puddle so vast
Written by: Niloo Farahzadeh
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